They make a truly odd couple. She’s an occultist who once appeared on BBC television explaining to the nation how to make surrealist art at home. He’s a jazz enthusiast whose slices of modern – and often queer - life are full of roly-poly grotesques. What on earth have Ithell Colquhoun and Edward Burra got in common, and why has Tate Britain handcuffed them together for an uncalled for, unneeded and ultimately baffling double header?
I loved Colquhoun’s exhibition at Tate St Ives when I reviewed it earlier this year, but this version of it is much more flatly laid out and her experiments in releasing the unconscious are shouted down by all the drunken, drugged, omnivorously shagging people in Burra’s 1920s and 30s clubs and bars. Yet he also gets edited and reinvented in a way that left me largely cold.
