'Sigmar Polke’s name isn’t (yet) up there with the giants of
twentieth-century art. Maybe that’s because at every stage of his career
he mocked, derided and rebelled against every art movement, historical
legacy and consumerist ideal he encountered. Stuck in post-war Germany,
between the Soviet realism of the East and the pop artistry of the West,
Polke (1941-2010) fitted in nowhere.
If this
major retrospective does its job, though, he’ll no longer be in the
shadows of the likes of Warhol or his old pal Gerhard Richter.' Time Out.
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