on paul noble, font of … etc. – more on nobson at gagosian to dec 17

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Returning for a longer look at Paul Noble’s current exhibition, I realise that Nobson is more prominent in the show than I’d understood. Also, that my sense that deserts had bloomed is probably more revealing of my baseline bounce into every morning as a blind optimist than the actuality! That is; yes there are trees, plants and they emerge from the desert but that doesn’t quite conjugate the verb ‘to bloom’. Plus, my eyes lied to me in identifying clusters of rocks -which I know peculiarly well, given their relationship to images in In Ramallah, Running– as bushes, trees, verdancy! Continue reading “on paul noble, font of … etc. – more on nobson at gagosian to dec 17”

on paul noble, font of wonderment at gagosian britannia street nov 10 – dec 17

Font by Paul Noble [close up] [Ph. Guy Mannes-Abbott]

I want to flag up Paul Noble’s new show at Gagosian Gallery which opened last night, Thursday, and is on until December 17th. I approached it with an unusual degree of pleasurable anticipation to see both artist and art works which in Paul come together in very particular ways. The show was buzzing, the work a triumph. I’ll write something more exact in time, but for now I urge you to go. There is an ‘old’ PN from the ’90s I think but many of these new drawings -ranging from big to absolutely huge, not least Welcome to Nobson itself which is 4 or 5 metres square- have a transformative verdancy to them. Bleak and funny dystopian cityscapes and stone strewn deserts are made to bloom here alongside monumental pink marble poops! No-one can or does do what Paul achieves to such mesmerising effect.