An exhibition of the work of , until recently, little known artist Saloua Raouda Choucair at Tate Modern, raised some interesting questions this week. http://www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-modern/exhibition/saloua-raouda-choucair
It is a small exhibition by Tate standards showing a range of Choucair’s paintings, sculptures and macquettes. The paintings, mostly abstract with titles such as ‘Composition in Yellow’ and ‘Visual Meter’ used shapes and colours that worked in subtle harmony, really quite lovely.
Perhaps working at the same time as the great experimental giants of the 20th century Choucair also felt the need to push beyond the boundaries of paint and so began making sculptures in the 1950’s. These were often modular in structure, echoing her paintings, using wood, stone, metal and plastic. Rather disappointingly most of these simply didn’t work. They felt contrived, forced, lacking in depth.
How sad that the visceral essence which seems to me to be so vital in making art had been so lost in translation.
And for me a lesson in persistence, finding ways to coax myself on…a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down…