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Anselm Kiefer: Il Mistero delle Cattedrali, White Cube Bermondsey | reviews, news & interviews

Anselm Kiefer: Il Mistero delle Cattedrali, White Cube Bermondsey

Anselm Kiefer: Il Mistero delle Cattedrali, White Cube Bermondsey

A giant among the pygmies of contemporary art

Anselm Kiefer, 'Il mistero delle cattedrali', South Gallery© the artist, courtesy White Cube

That Anselm Kiefer is one of the great elder statesmen of contemporary art goes without saying. His work’s precise relevance to now is less clear. In the early 1980s, when he sprang to fame as part of the New Image Painting phenomenon (with Schnabel, Baselitz et al), the Berlin Wall was still up and the post-Holocaust Teutonic angst that Kiefer has relentlessly mined felt far more immediate and problematic than it does today. The great Monetarist showbiz-art wave hadn’t yet broken.

It left Kiefer and his fellow New Imagers overshadowed and, in a paradox that is absolutely typical of the art world, richer, more famous and more respected than ever. Nowadays Kiefer looks most like an artist who produces stuff that looks like Anselm Kiefer.

Lead books, desiccated sunflowers, sumptuously ravaged painterly textures, and a set of political, literary and mystical preoccupations that alternate but don’t really change: when you go to a Kiefer show you’ve got a fair idea of what you’re going to get. And for anyone wanting the Kiefer’s Greatest Hits experience, this biggest British show to date – held in White Cube’s magnificent new Bermondsey space – won’t disappoint. With pieces from as far back as 1988 dotted among large-scale current works, the exhibition works as a kind of summation of his career to date.

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The first room displays both the strengths and weaknesses of the Kiefer approach. Fulcanelli finis gloriae mundi, a gigantic bunch of paint and plaster-stained sunflowers shoved into an oxidised lead plane wing, and Dat rosa miel apibus (pictured above), a great stack of lead books with small planes poking from between their rusting leaves, are pretty much what you’d expect to find here, but executed with exhilarating bravura and the feel for atrophic texture that is one of the most rewarding aspects of Kiefer’s work.

kiefer 3 Alkahest (pictured above), a stream of lead-fringed photographs of changing light on a beach spilling from a heavily oxidised lead bucket, refers to the exhibition’s title theme – The Mystery of the Cathedrals – taken from a 1926 treatise by esoteric writer Fulcanelli, claiming that the secrets of alchemy are revealed in the structures of medieval cathedrals. If this notion is relatively little explored in the show as a whole (probably mercifully) the piece works as an embodiment of "the hastening of time", which Kiefer considers the essence of alchemy, precisely because the heavy-handed symbolism - his great weakness - isn’t made explicit.

Merkaba, on the other hand, a crudely fashioned tandem trike referencing the cabbalistic Chariot of God, hung with measuring trays of chemical elements – sulphur, sodium and mercury – leaves you feeling that the exploration of the metaphysical properties of materials was done in a more resonant, less literal way by Kiefer’s mentor Joseph Beuys.

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Faced with Sprache der vögel, from 1989 (pictured above), a stack of lead tomes and folding chairs, looming over the small second room, sprouting lead wings (eagle’s of course) and set atop a massive block of ash-encrusted resin, you feel unsure whether to applaud or howl with derision at his bombastic effrontery. Teutonic mythology and cultural guilt elide in a megalomanic gesture that now feels slightly glib.

Entering the first of two rooms inspired by Berlin’s now defunct Tempelhof airport, built in the 1920s on land once owned by the Knights Templer and refashioned by Albert Speer, the symbolism feels at first almost painfully obvious: a massive pair of rusting dividers hanging across a canvas splurged with oxidising salt and iron, a satellite dish, a pair of scales dangling on a clunkily painted mountain landscape. Invoking big themes and time-honoured symbols is no guarantee of profundity.

Kiefer's mastery of mood, space and texture bludgeons down your reservations

This, however, is merely an antechamber to a second room whose sheer scale and ambition knock you sideways. Enormous paintings of the airport’s curving exterior and long vistas of the interior face each other across the vast floor. Revisiting sites of guilt in images created by scoring into thickly impastoed paint is something Kiefer has been doing since the mid-Eighties. In essence there’s nothing new here. Indeed, with works dating from the late 1980s till now dotting the floor, you may well actually have seen some of this stuff before. Yet if there are details to take issue with just about everywhere you look, the overall mastery of mood, space and texture bludgeons down your reservations.

Size isn’t everything, but the widescreen breadth of the painting confronting you on the far wall, Dat rosa miel apibus (reprising a title from the first room), is jaw-dropping: a 56ft-long perspective view of one of the airport’s corridors, executed in a devastated morass of salt, oxidised lead, resin and gouged and cracked oil paint, with an inverted bouquet of blackened sunflowers, some 12ft in length, hanging at the centre. This is hardly painting in the generally understood sense: it’s difficult to imagine the work meaning much on its own. But as part of the overall installation, hitting off the paintings on the other three walls and the three-dimensional pieces in the foreground, the effect is extremely powerful.

Yet even here, elements of overcooked theatricality intrude: a clay snake writhes among the battered sunflowers of Nigredo, echoing the serpent crawling up the resin plinth of the egglike Opus magnum – a work that magisterially echoes Brancusi, while betraying not a hint of irony in its title. Templers, Nazis, alchemy, Jewish mysticism, Norse gods: Kiefer brings together a raft of portentous elements that would give even Dan Brown pause for thought. Sometimes you wish he would give his forms, materials and textures more space to speak for themselves rather than relentlessly hammering them with mythic content. Still, this is a mind-bending show that must be seen. It leaves you with the sense of an artist who, for all his faults, is a giant among the pygmies of contemporary art.

Templers, Nazis, alchemy, Jewish mysticism, Norse gods: Kiefer brings together a raft of portentous elements that would give even Dan Brown pause for thought

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the overbearing imagery just made me feel like I'd listened to a heavy metal album and not a very good one, at that.

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