Under the Same Sun: Art From Latin America Today
South London Gallery, until September 11
In what remains of middle-class Argentina, everyone is an artist. There is a studied indifference – or a contained pride, at being good at self-expression – when oils are displayed, or a poem excavated from a superannuated laptop. Looking deeper, perhaps there is a sense of disposability in it – that art is for the fainéant – or, a valediction, for an Eliot-like “hollow man”; wiling out his stretch, on that continent’s wasteland.
