Apparently frivolity outweighs solemnity at Anish Kapoor’s RA exhibiton (showing till 11th December). Well, I didn’t think so. And I know everything about art. Obviously. The exhibition is good fun, the work is accessible, which is probably why it was packed. There is a canon firing blood red wax blocks, a room full of odd concrete wormy things, and even an arty-farty hall of mirrors, which should probably have circus music piped in to complete the effect. Kapoor plays with space and time, monkey-ing about with his audience, and there is nothing wrong with that. The biggest draw is a huge, slowly moving wax block, the colour and shape of a London Bus, which slides through the space in a strangely fascinating way. What does it mean? Who knows – but you watch it all the same.
