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Time Out says

Founded in 1947 by a collective of poets, artists and critics, the ICA moved to its current location on the Mall in 1968. Here it offers exhibitions, arthouse cinema, performance art, philosophical debates, art-themed club nights and anything else that might challenge convention. In a scene awash with controversy-seeking work, its status as art's rebel institution faltered in recent years, but with current director Stefan Kalmár – whose CV includes stints at New York’s Artists Space and Munich’s Bonner Kunstverein – having joined in 2016, the ICA has started once again to deliver. This is the place where pop art was invented, and if you catch the right show here, you just might spot the next big art movement.

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Rheim Alkadhi: ‘Templates for Liberation’

4 out of 5 stars

You can contain the whole history of a nation in a tarpaulin. At least, Rheim Alkadhi can. The artist, who grew up in Iraq, uses the sturdy plastic material to recount endless stories of colonial exploitation, capitalist greed and ecological disaster. Tarpaulins are made out of the residues of crude oil refinement, a process Iraq has seen a whole lot of. Its oil reserves have been fought over and exploited for decades, leaving the country in tatters. Tarps are then used to cover heavy goods lorries that move freely across borders, or become improvised tents for displaced peoples. They are a material leaden with symbolism and grim historical and international narratives. Alkadhi cuts them up and reshapes them. Some are collaged and pinned to the wall like works of industrial minimalism, others are arranged into spiral and wave shapes, but the best are the ones left almost whole and hung up like a painted canvas.  They’re grimy, dirty things, rust-stained, oil-stained They’re grimy, dirty things, rust-stained, oil-stained. Serial numbers are left on, rips are unmended. You look at the patterns on the tarpaulins as if they were made with a brush, the result of feverish mark-making by some contemporary descendent of the abstract expressionists, furiously smudging their feelings into the canvas. But the marks are made by tires, oil, sand, dirt, filth, the paintings were composed by time, by everyday use, by the material’s own history, by the country’s history. The floor-based work

Geumhyung Jeong: ‘Under Construction’

Uncomfortably, uncannily human robots fill Geumheung Jeong’s world. The Korean artist dances with the animatronic figures, interacts and communicates with them. The result is an uncomfortably emotional exploration of consumerism, technology and desire. Can’t wait. 

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