The world of the queer nightclub is not my world.
I would always have liked this atmospheric exhibition, subtitled ‘Their Mouths were Full of Bumblebees but it was Me who was Pollinated’, by the gay Moroccan artist Soufiane Ababri (not always signifiers that bear mentioning, but in this case crucial). I would have enjoyed the way the sinuous Arabic letter Zayin slides along the length of the floor in the Barbican’s only ‘spare’ space, leftover from the original architectural plans and highly appropriate for this exhibition that explores a life on the edges, in the gaps.
