
Idris Khan, Every Bernd And Hilla Becher Spherical Type Gasholders, 2004.
SAATCHI GALLERY IN ADELAIDE: BRITISH ART NOW Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide, until October 23
Idris Khan’s pictures are perhaps the most engaging in the show. The grunge aesthetic is alive and well in the next generation of Young British Artists, but so is gimmickry, writes JOHN McDONALD.
Ever since Sensation hit the headlines in 1997, contemporary British art has been synonymous with scandal. When the show appeared at the Royal Academy of Art in London, the catalyst was Marcus Harvey’s huge portrait of the murderess, Myra Hindley, made from hundreds of children’s handprints. In Brooklyn, two years later, the flashpoint was Chris Ofili’s The Holy Virgin Mary, with its balls of elephant dung. The Australian part of the tour was cancelled amid a storm of controversy.
Twelve years later we finally have our exhibition of new British art but, with one exception, it is an entirely different generation that features in Saatchi Gallery in Adelaide: British Art Now, at the Art Gallery of South Australia. The sole relic of the glory days of the YBAs (‘‘Young British Artists’’) is Tracey Emin’s My Bed (1999), hailed in the catalogue as ‘‘a cultural icon of the 20th century’’. Rather a big call, that. ‘‘One of the cultural curiosities of the 20th century’’ might have been a better description. For while it is fascinating to lay eyes on the infamous bed, with its filthy sheets, soiled undies, empty vodka bottles, used condom, and other bio-hazardous material, the interest is voyeur-istic not aesthetic. It’s comical to imagine an installation team extracting the bed from a crate and arranging each bit of detritus in exactly the right place.


