Blood and gore. Infinite black. The occasional vagina even. It is not necessarily the art one feels like travelling a considerable distance for. But I make an exception for Anish Kapoor. The Mumbai-born British artist currently has a solo exhibition at London's Hayward Gallery.
His themes have remained consistent. As has his fondness for scale. Enormous inflated red forms appear to burst through walls, while elsewhere wax, silicone and resin take on the colour and texture of flesh, blood, and entrails. Giant circles of his signature black pull you in and refuse to let go. The sheer bloody horror of it all can be overwhelming. But then there are always his signature sky-gazing mirrors, resonating with blue to cool the mind. On a roof terrace, a couple had been installed reflecting London and its visitors, pulling both into a strange, distorted dance.
