Jimi Hendrix once said, "When you're dead, you're made for life." The mythologising of celebrities who burn bright and die young - to which the guitar maestro referred and which turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophesy -is the theme of London street artist D*Face, aka Dean Stockton's forthcoming pop-up exhibition in Los Angeles.
Lancashire-born artist and sculptor, Jill McManner's obsession with this terrible beauty has manifested itself in her first solo exhibition, BASALT, at London's Mall Galleries. She exhibits some 60 watercolour works of these cliffs painted face on from sketches and photographs she made from the sea with the rock towering above her.
The main exhibition room features stories of destruction of both Christian and Palestinian identities. On the walls, we have pictures of hate messages against Palestinian Christians in the form of vandalism of their ancestors' graves in a cemetery in Lod to the extent that skulls and bones are visible in open air.
Speaking at the Whitechapel Gallery last week Mel Bochner, big hitter of the US conceptual art movement, revealed a defining moment for his career in the mid-60s.
Tate Britain's survey is pretty much a greatest hits compilation. Arranged into thematic rooms, with little sense of narrative direction, the show won't do much to change anybody's preconceptions of the movement. Those who already love the stylistic mannerisms will delight in the accumulation of works here, but there is nothing presented to challenge the preconceptions of the audience.