David Hockney

Art, Painting Tate Britain , Westminster Until Monday May 29 2017
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David Hockney
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David Hockney

Some paintings are like celebrities. You’ve read about them, studied them from afar, obsessed over them for years, but never actually seen them in the flesh. So when you actually come face to face with one, you get all wobbly-kneed and fluttery-eyed. That’s how some of the works in this massive David Hockney retrospective make you feel. The 80-year old Yorkshireman is a giant of twentieth-century art, a painter with an incredible eye for the iconic. But this show isn’t just some stodgy funereal look back – Hockney is still painting, and he’s still good.

But the show starts, like most things, at the beginning. Hockney’s early work – chronicling his years at the Royal College of Art – positions him as a sort of pop art Francis Bacon. Fuzzy flesh-coloured figures sit on boxes of tea, or against black backgrounds flanked by Alka-Seltzer packaging. Two monstrous mouths 69 each other, their penises replaced by tubes of Colgate, a tub of Vaseline in the background. There’s a lot of love here: men clinging to each other and dancing or bonking. These works are the throbbing early rushes of youth. Where Bacon is angry and tormented, Hockney is just…horny.

As you emerge from these first few rooms, you realise how important location is to Hockney’s work. Those early paintings feel like London: dark, polluted, messy. Then, Hockney sacks off Britain and the RCA, heads for California, and everything changes. In LA, Hockney found freedom, sunlight, swimming pools, heat, calm and sexual abandon. Gone is the early chaos, replaced by stark, naturalistic simplicity. This is Hockney becoming the Hockney you know. Water splashes, sprinklers spurt, men lay prostrate in the sun or emerge phallically out of a pool. Everything captured in crisp, pure, simple lines and an endless array of heat-drenched blues. This first room of LA work pulses with sun and sex.

From these beginnings, it only gets simpler and more controlled. He paints portraits of rich art collectors, artsy friends in fancy apartments. Hockney’s life was a dream and he was capturing it without any of the fuss of expressionism or abstraction, just achingly cool simplicity. You want to be in that pool, talking to those collectors, or digging your toes into Mr and Mrs Clark’s deep shag carpet. In the corner, a portrait of his parents feels like a cloudy little reminder of home, of reality – of Yorkshire.

None of this means he wasn’t radical though. His experimentation with photography – hundreds of photos of one thing from multiple angles, collaged into multi-layered compositions – shows how clever his eye is. Hockney sees things differently to everyone else. The polaroid composite of a man swimming nude is one of the best works here: sensual, erotic and hazily dreamlike.

The ’80s and ’90s saw Hockney start messing with perspective, capturing landscapes that seem to twist up and bend, a wiggly world of neon planes and green slabs. I mean, they’re awful. Just horrendous. Ugly, badly composed, lazily painted bollocks. And that’s before you even get to the ’90s abstracts that made my eyes want to vomit.

Thank god for Yorkshire, then. Returning home seems to have brought Hockney back down to earth like only Blighty can. The massive multi-panel landscapes he made throughout the 2000s are an artist returning to his physical roots and capturing them with ridiculously grandiose enthusiasm. They’re big, but feel wonderfully intimate, they’re like roadmaps of his youth.

The show ends with new dark wintery charcoal drawings of Yorkshire, explosively blue Californian paintings of verandas and then a bunch of images made with the Brushes iPad app. Don’t dismiss those. They’re Hockney at his quickest, rawest and most impulsive. And that’s the thing about David Hockney: whether he’s using charcoal, paint or an iPad – whether he’s depicting Yorkshire, California or his lovers – he always manages to be him. He’s an icon, a giant, an art celebrity, and he’ll leave you wobbly-kneed and fluttery-eyed like only Hockney can.

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By: Eddy Frankel

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Venue name: Tate Britain
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Address: Millbank
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Opening hours: Daily 10am-6pm (last admission for special exhibitions 5.15pm)
Transport: Tube: Pimlico/Vauxhall
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Chesca R
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Just incredible, completely and utterly amazing. It felt like a real privilege to get to see so many of Mr Hockney's works all in one place. I have crystal clear memories of studying miniature copies of his work as a kid so to see the full size full fat version was just brilliant. His work swings seamlessly from Yorkshire to LA and back again. My favourite works are those depicting domestic life that capture both domestic bliss and the tenderness of private moments. It is busy but don't let that put you off, get yourself into a Hockney bubble and enjoy the ride.  

Eva L.
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If like me, you haven't seen a whole lot of Hockney's work the retrospective at the Tate is the perfect introduction. It covers the whole range of his work. I really enjoyed seeing the evolution of his style over time. There were some lovely surprises including his Polaroid work, which gives an interesting insight into his visual style. The exhibition also includes some of his more recent 'ipad' works. Hockney really has kept up with the times! One piece of advice - prepare yourself for the crowds, even though this is a ticketed exhibition it is incredibly well attended. Maybe leave it a few weeks to let the hype die down.