Memory Palace is the first graphic arts exhibition at the V&A for more than 10 years, and this has clearly been the anxiety at the forefront of the curators' minds: they have tried to cram in as much as possible, making sure every base of the discipline is covered.
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These cooperative ventures are on every curator's mind.
But at least the Hammer claimed scrupulousness in not including any paintings owned by its guest curator, never mind building a show around them.
The curators didn't mind.
With those concerns in mind, curators reviewed hundreds of recordings.
If the show feels a bit like a Social Realist tent revival with undertones of "Schoolhouse Rock!," a dash of '90s identity politics and enough figurative sculpture to populate a cocktail party (by George Segal, Duane Hanson, Alex Katz, Robert Heinecken, Rirkrit Tiravanija), that is what its curators had in mind, more or less.
The teams of curators behind such mind-opening displays are exemplary public servants who put up with tough conditions behind the scenes.
Another thing the curator had in mind for the next week of the exhibit was for me to talk to someone on a stage after a screening of Andy's early films.
With this concept in mind, curator Alexander Tarrant invited a group of creators writers, comedians, filmmakers and musicians to participate in a show in which they would be the ones conceptualizing, rather than painting.
