Mud-slinging
In response to an invitation that promised 'a continually changing tableau,' our art critic, Evan Anthony, went along last week to the Angela Flowers Gallery in Lisle Street, Soho, which was celebrating its first anniversary by inviting an artist-photo- grapher named Ian Breakwell, currently ex- hibiting there, to do his thing.
This, as it turned out, meant the removal of his exhibition, covering the walls with protective sheeting and the employment of four 'professional' navvies. The artist had this talented quartet shovelling mud from one pile to another—four piles in all at the corners of a square in the small one-room gallery—from 11 am onwards, 'while a tape- recording of 'Happy birthday to you' played continuously. Anthony got there for the climax of this artistic happening at 5 pm when Breakwell set down eight stout candles around the room and lit them.
Angela Flowers smiled and made bread- and-jam sandwiches. Anthony asked her what was planned for the second anni- versary, whereat she confessed some doubt as to whether the gallery would last that long. 'The English public just isn't buying,' she said sadly. Has she, I wonder, thought of the Arts Council?
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