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The arts in 2012: architecture

Jonathan Glancey picks his highlights of the year ahead

Tate oil tanks

The cavernous old underground oil tanks beneath Tate Modern, the former Bankside power station, are due to reopen as performance and installation spaces in time for the Olympics. Connected to three new galleries, the tanks are the first phase of a £215m extension by Swiss architects Herzog & de Meuron. July. tate.org.uk

Shard London Bridge

Designed by Renzo Piano for property developer Irvine Sellar, the Shard, towering over the capital at 310 metres, is now the tallest building in western Europe. Rising from London Bridge station, this steel and glass-clad spire houses offices, restaurants, hotel, flats and four floors of public viewing galleries: on a clear day you will be able to see for 40 miles. May. the-shard.com

ArcelorMittal Orbit

Britain's tallest and biggest sculpture, the bright red Orbit – designed by Anish Kapoor and Cecil Balmond, with engineers Arup and architect Katherine Findlay – is made of complex, calligraphic loops and whirls writ in steel. As a public viewing gallery overlooking the 2012 Olympics site, this is London's 21st-century answer to the Eiffel Tower. May. london.gov.uk

Caro goes to Chatsworth

In a move that will no doubt provoke widely differing reactions, 15 steel sculptures by Anthony Caro will be set against the restored south front of Chatsworth House in Derbyshire, as well as gathered beside its sensational Emperor Fountain, designed by the great Joseph Paxton (creator of the Crystal Palace). Caro has often been inspired by powerful architecture, and there's no denying William Talman's baroque Chatsworth is a supremely confident building. 28 March to 1 July. chatsworth.org

Room for London

Imagine spending the night in an intriguing and isolated temporary house, designed by artist Fiona Banner and architect David Kohn, sitting atop the brutalist Queen Elizabeth Hall on London's South Bank. The tugboat-like building's first six months are already taken; bookings for July to December will be available in January for this project by Artangel and Alain de Botton's Living Architecture. January 2012. Details: living-architecture.co.uk

National 9/11 Museum, New York

A lofty, glazed atrium, sheltering two of the trident columns that once supported one of the twin towers, marks the entrance to the museum at the site of Manhattan's ground zero. Designed by Oslo-based Snohetta with local firm Davis Brody Bond, much of this long-awaited museum is underground. September. 911memorial.org/museum


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The Art-Architecture complex by Hal Foster – review

Is it a good idea if architects start seeing themselves as artists? Rowan Moore salutes a refreshingly rigorous argument

Ours is a time when art looks more and more like architecture, and architecture looks quite like art. Now rising at the 2012 Olympic Park is the Orbit, a pile of steel composed by the artist Anish Kapoor, which has things like lifts and stairs, serious engineering, and the scale of a building. Olafur Eliasson has just finished a spectacular glass wrapping to the Harpa Concert Hall in Reykjavik which has attracted a lot more attention than the parts by the actual architects of the project, Henning Larsen.

The Serpentine Gallery in London, a place dedicated to visual art, presents an annual pavilion, designed by an architect, as if it were the work of an artist, which is then sold to collectors. Architects themselves profess to be inspired, with varying degrees of credibility, by the likes of the American artist James Turrell. "Minimalism" has turned from an artistic movement to an architectural style to an interior design option. Office towers purport to be "sculptural", or else use tricks of perception borrowed from conceptual art. This co-mingling is the subject of The Art-Architecture Complex and, according to the book's author Hal Foster, it is "now a primary site of image-making and space-shaping in our cultural economy". As the half-sinister title suggests, with its echoes of Eisenhower's warnings about the military-industrial complex, and the suggestion of complexes in the psychological sense, the merging of art and architecture is not necessarily a good thing. It can become, suggests Foster, a means of blurring our consciousness, a new opiate of the people supplied by corporations and governments as they use "iconic" artworks and buildings to sell cities and property to investors.

He starts by taking us through major architectural movements of the last half-century, including the way pop art influenced both postmodernism and what became the hi-tech architecture of Richard Rogers, Renzo Piano and Norman Foster, which then led to a "global style" of steel and glass, more or less the same everywhere. In the case of Rogers, this global style takes the form of "pop civics" – law courts and assembly buildings and our beloved Millennium Dome, which profess accessibility and public engagement. In the case of Renzo Piano the result is "light modernity": elegant, refined structures that might be a Hermès store in Tokyo or a cultural centre in New Caledonia.

Foster describes the influence of Russian suprematist and constructivist art on Zaha Hadid, and the effect of conceptual art on the Americans Diller Scofidio + Renfro, the creators of New York's High Line park. Also, the use of both minimalism and pop by the Swiss Herzog & de Meuron, creators of Tate Modern and the Beijing Bird's Nest stadium. He then examines the question from the other side, looking at the spaces and constructions of artists like Dan Flavin, Donald Judd, Robert Irwin and (especially) Richard Serra, before concluding with an extensive interview with Serra.

For him the stuggle is between the "imagistic" (bad) and "embodiment and emplacement" (good), or between "stunned subjectivity and arrested sociality supported by spectacle" and "sensuous particularity of experience in the here-and-now". One supports our sense of who we are, in relation to ourselves and other people; the other is a ruse of globalised capitalism to induce numb passivity, "in the guise of our activation". This is performed through something called the "experience economy", a modern version of the ancient Roman panem et circenses, only without the bread. All pretence that the cultural is separate from the economic, says Foster, is finished.

Of course, one of the features of building-sized artworks, and of artistic buildings, is that they require a lot of money to make, which implies a compelling economic argument to pay for them. (Hal Foster, a native of Seattle, and now a professor at Princeton, was a classmate of Bill Gates, which may or may not give him special insight into big money.) All the architects he describes succumb, one way or another, to the curse of the imagistic, as do many of the artists. Richard Serra emerges as a hero of the embodied and emplaced, with his large, physical sculptures where you can see the marks of their making, and which require you to walk round and into them.

There are, nevertheless, consolations: Foster is appreciative of, for example, "the mixed condition" in the work of Diller Scofidio + Renfro, by which he means their combinations of art, video and architecture, and of the new park of the High Line with the old viaduct on which it is formed. Despite worrying that they "might be a front for capitalist modernity", he sees the possibility that they might "not simply smoothen".

As an architecture writer reading Foster, who comes from the direction of art theory, I find it refreshing to encounter a degree of intellectual rigour (if also, sometimes, opacity) you don't find too often on my side of the fence. Indeed, it requires a certain gentleness on his part, when dealing with the artistic pretentions of architects, to stop them collapsing too quickly under his probing. On the other hand, he sometimes treats buildings too much as artworks – as things to be looked at and walked around, that stand or fall by their inherent conceptual strength – rather than as things of use, to be inhabited, which are enmeshed in function and finance.

I'd also question his polarity: is image always such a bad thing, and can it in any case be avoided? But his basic premise is compelling – and he uses it to powerful effect – to reveal the gap between the reported effects of buildings and art pieces, and their actual ones.


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Britain ‘will be scarred as cuts end a golden age of architecture’

The designer of the new Shakespeare theatre in Stratford says it could be the last great public project for years

The man behind the design of the new Royal Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon has predicted a long period of stagnation for architecture that will scar both the British landscape and the national economy. After the boom in the early years of the millennium, an era of paralysis lies ahead, according to Rab Bennetts.

"I am pessimistic about the way cutbacks in building will affect the country," he said. "I think the government has underestimated the impact on the economy."

Bennetts suspects that the £100m redevelopment of the RST, which is due for completion in the autumn, may prove to be the last great public project in a "golden age" of lottery funding.

"Lottery grants for this scale of work are disappearing because the private sector is no longer in a position to match the funding," he explained. "So this theatre at Stratford may well be the last of its kind. Even the planned expansion of Tate Modern has a question mark over it and other similar projects are being wound up."

The biggest blow to the profession will come from the withdrawal of funding for school improvements, Bennetts believes, but the additional freeze on new cultural centres and public spaces will stop modern Britain in its tracks.

"The loss of around 715 school projects in one hit, with lots more to come, will have a lasting impact. Although I am sure there is truth in claims there was too much bureaucracy involved, there was a lot of dilapidation and the work was needed."

After the high-profile projects that redefined the urban landscape under New Labour, such as the London Eye, Tate Modern and the redevelopment of Gateshead, Bennetts says architects fear a blight on their profession that will be followed by the collapse of many construction firms as private and government schemes are shelved.

"When we had the last deep recesssion, the building and construction industry lost half a million people and I don't think they ever came back. We are talking about a permanent loss of jobs and skills. And construction is the second biggest industry in the country, so of course it can depress the whole economy."

Bennetts, who rebuilt the Hampstead Theatre in north London and designed Brighton Library, runs an architectural practice based in London and Edinburgh with his wife and partner, Denise. In 2005 they won the contract to redesign Elisabeth Scott's 1932 theatre in Stratford, the home of the RSC. Theatre-goers are due to take their seats for the first time in the new, more intimate auditorium in November, but Bennetts fears that it will be the last such opening for several years.

"I wish there could be some kind of flywheel that could stabilise the extremes of building in times of both boom and bust. Clearly, some of the buildings that went up over the last 10 years weren't necessary and were just monuments to their creators. But although there were excesses, it will look like a golden age," he added.

Like the threatened Tate extension, a hoped-for transformation of Piece Hall in Halifax is the kind of public scheme described by Bennetts that may suffer. Last week the people of the Yorkshire town learned that plans to turn one of their most historic buildings into a £16m European-style piazza could be scaled back due to lack of funds. In March the local council was awarded £239,700 from the Heritage Lottery Fund to draw up blueprints before a further £7m was committed. Now there are fears that a promise of an extra £3m from Yorkshire Forward, the regional development agency, may not be honoured as the agency is replaced in a government shake-up.

In the 1980s, when the post-war programme of public works had well and truly finished, the only high-profile modern project to be built was Richard Rogers's London headquarters for Lloyd's of London. Private enterprise eventually signalled the future with the development of the tower at Canary Wharf. When the annual Stirling Prize for architecture was set up in 1996, the contenders on the shortlist were a modest selection of office buildings, humble house conversions and small-scale university facilities.

Money began to flow again when New Labour began to make liberal use of the key Conservative legacy: the National Lottery. The London Eye, Tate Modern, the redeveloped Royal Opera House and the covering of the Great Court of the British Museum all changed the look and the mood of the capital before private entreprise weighed in with glamorous projects such as the Swiss Re tower, popularly known as the Gherkin.

Similarly bold schemes went forward across the country – Scotland finally got its expensive new parliament building and Glasgow was given the Clyde Auditorium, known as the Armadillo.


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Tate debate: open your mind to public spaces

Our parks are in peril but it's not enough just to save them from funding cuts – great public spaces need events that engage everyone

It is in the best of times that we expect to have great public spaces, but it is in the worst of economic times that we really need them to be great. It is only here that we can escape the stress and strains, take time out from the doom and gloom to play, meet friends, lie (hopefully) in the sunshine or enjoy a staycation. They aren't a luxury but an essential natural health service, the ultimate drop-in centre – preventative healthcare that is far cheaper than the NHS, and without a waiting list.

Shame then that not only will our vital public spaces be among the first to bear the brunt of the cuts – no nice parkies, no more events, planting of flowers, clean toilets, open cafes, grass cutting, litter collection or working fountains – but that those civic squares, now run privately, seem increasingly restrictive of what you can do in a so-called public space.

Try this simple test: lie on one of those ubiquitous monolithic granite benches and see how long it is before you are asked to move (carrying a bottle of beer speeds this up considerably) or sit on a patch of grass. My record for the latter is one minute and 45 seconds before removal – and this was when I was actually judging the space for a competition! And no it didn't win. Now try wearing overalls in one such square – I watched as two gents, who were eating their sandwiches on their break from a nearby construction site, were moved on by the security guard. The management were worried that dust from their overalls might be transferred on to the Hugo Boss suits of office workers when they used the benches. So now we have white-collar spaces, it seems. Shame because if the owners were a bit more community-spirited these spaces could make a really great contribution to our urban street life.

Why the rant? Good spaces are nutrients of urban life. They help keep our heart happy and are a vital ingredient in creating a community where there is tolerance and respect for each other, where the so-called "big society" happens naturally. Yes they may contain nuts, but that's the point – they are for everyone. Our parks and squares and streets are our truly democratic spaces, where all can gather equally and freely to hang out, protest, celebrate and commiserate.

Now I have reservations about John Ruskin (appalling snob, hated contemporary fiction in the greatest age of the novel, weird crushes on nine-year-olds) but he was right when he said that "the measure of a city's greatness is to be found in the quality of its public spaces, its parks and its squares". He could have added the measure of our towns, too. By quality, it is the quality of ideas not just materials that counts. The public want variety, too, and the possibility of exciting and interesting things happening.

Right now that might mean temporary screens showing World Cup matches, but it doesn't mean permanent mega TVs dominating squares, sound turned off like in some open-air branch of Currys. Or naff bits of public art (why are they nearly always red?) to brighten up dull grey piazzas. Or as I saw recently, a bronze of children playing leapfrog – where real kids would probably be stopped from doing so for health and safety reasons (keep the real ones in springy, chicken-filled rubber playgrounds, I hear the child-free cry). People want events and art that engage everyone, that don't exclude, that excite and thrill us especially at a time when we all need a bit of cheering up. Like Artichoke's wonderful Sultan's Elephant – magical, awe-inspiring and almost impossible to pull off, given the restrictions imposed.

We need our spaces to be like ourselves: different, distinctive, displaying a range of moods from subdued to very loud. Great open spaces require open minds to design and look after them, to allow culture to flourish, and to support creativity and fun. Dear old Ruskin would approve of that. Pity he can't join our debate at the Tate Modern tonight with Janet Street-Porter, Sir Ian Blair and others.


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Theo van Doesburg: Forgotten artist of the avant garde

Theo van Doesburg was one of the most daring and influential artists of the avant garde, yet he is often overshadowed by his contemporaries. A new exhibition is set to change this, writes Simon Mawer

Everyone knows Piet Mondrian, so why is it that almost nobody knows the equally Dutch, equally abstract Theo van Doesburg, subject of a forthcoming exhibition at Tate Modern? Why is Mondrian the celeb while Van Doesburg is a mere footnote to 20th-century art, a name that keeps cropping up while never taking centre stage? It can't be the paintings, because if you're honest you'll admit that the two men – almost direct contemporaries (Van Doesburg was eight years younger) and, for a while, close friends – did virtually the same thing in paint, although I suppose tiny detail is significant in such arcane matters: according to some commentators, Van Doesburg's daring introduction of the diagonal into his work was enough to cause a rift between the two men. We live in days when an artist would have to bottle his grandmother in urine before anyone would be mildly shocked, so it's refreshing to know that in the 1920s an argument over the use of diagonal lines was sufficient to break off a relationship.

Presumably another reason for ­Mondrian's greater fame is those ­little dresses that Yves Saint Laurent ­created in the 60s, which elevated the reclusive Dutch artist to the status of a design icon. But perhaps the major reason is that Mondrian stuck to his guns. Both artists evolved out of the Dutch figurative tradition into complete abstraction at exactly the same time, but while Mondrian remained with his bleak, geometric painting throughout his life, Van Doesburg had other ideas, dozens of them. You reach out to grab Mondrian and what have you got? An abstract painter, rather solitary, rather austere. You try the same thing with Van Doesburg and he's as slippery as an eel. Painter, poet, art critic, designer, typographer, architect, performance artist – he was all those things and more. Proteus himself. A fox to Mondrian's hedgehog.

So who was he? Born Christian Emil Küpper in 1883 into an artistic family in Utrecht, he only became "Theo Doesburg" when he started painting – his adopted name being borrowed from his stepfather. The "van" was added later, in much the same way that Ludwig Mies added "van der" when he merged his mother's maiden name, Rohe, with his own paternal surname. One detects a similar feeling of social insecurity in the two men.

At the start of his career Van Doesburg was a competent figurative painter, his work reminiscent of Van Gogh in early, potato-eater mode; but he soon came in contact with non-figurative painting and in 1916 met Mondrian, newly returned from Paris. The devotion of both men to the creation of a purely abstract art led to the formation of the De Stijl group in 1917 and the publication of its magazine, De Stijl, which Van Doesburg edited and published from its foundation that year until its demise following his early death in 1931.

Van Doesburg's life may have been short but it was energetic. Throughout the 20s his saturnine features, often topped with a homburg and usually accompanied by a cigarette – think Humphrey Bogart – appear in photographs of divers artistic groups from Paris to Weimar, from Berlin to Zurich and Milan. Neo-plasticism, constructivism, suprematism, dadaism, elementarism – the "isms" of the time are bewildering to anybody but a specialist, but Van Doesburg was involved in all of them. Indeed he invented some. He was both gregarious and eclectic, a centripetal element in a diverse and chaotic artistic world. He lectured and published, talked and theorised, attended conferences and congresses and exhibitions, many of which he organised himself. So it is fitting that Tate Modern, in collaboration with the Municipal Museum of Leiden (where De Stijl was launched), has decided to give the man his due. Perhaps as a result of this exhibition he will begin to take his deserved place in the public imagination.

Of all the arts that Van Doesburg touched perhaps his greatest influence lay in the area of architecture and design. Together with the architects JJ Oud and Gerrit Rietveld, it was he who took the flat, geometric painting of the De Stijl group and burst it out into the third dimension. Indeed he even tried to inform his work with a fourth dimension, although with what success is a matter of debate. Certainly he was fired with a thrilling spatial imagination. His axonometric projections of ideal houses, created in conjunction with the young architect Cornelis van Eesteren, are crucial in understanding this concept so it is a shame that they do not form part of this otherwise comprehensive exhibition. A plastic model of one of the proposed buildings (the "Maison Particulière") gives some idea but a 3-D model is not as striking as the original drawings. A model is too literal. In the drawings perspective is ambiguous; walls are no longer supporting structures but floating, intersecting planes of primary colour; rooms are not static boxes but conceptual spaces hovering in the air. The volumes of the buildings seem to explode from an ­inner core, as though erupting into the third dimension and straining for that elusive fourth.

In 1921, armed with such architectural visions (he had been talking of the fourth dimension since 1917), Van Doesburg set off for Weimar, apparently with the intention of mounting an assault on the portals of Walter Gropius's newly founded Bauhaus. Whether or not he expected to be taken on to the staff of the Bauhaus is not clear; what is certain is that his presence was a yeast in the ferment that swirled around the design school. Some, such as Gropius himself, were alienated by Van Doesburg's dogmatic and aggressive views; others, such as the young Mies van der Rohe, were inspired. In June he was publishing De Stijl from Weimar and the next year he began his own De Stijl architecture course, poaching students from the Bauhaus itself. This was a crucial time in the development of the Bauhaus, when it was in the process of moving from its individualistic arts and crafts origins to embrace the uniformity and austerity of style that was soon to be given the epithets "modernist" or "international"; the first architectural style for almost a thousand years not to imitate something else. Van Doesburg's contribution to this shift in emphasis was crucial. He preached geometry and the use of primary colour and the submersion of the individual in the collective, things that later became an integral part of the Bauhaus philosophy.

The German period lasted for almost two years – of frenetic writing, publishing, lecturing and organising – but behind all this activity there is a love story: with Van Doesburg from the start was the redoubtable Nelly van Moorsel. Nelly was a pianist whom he met at an exhibition of the Section d'Or group of abstract painters that he organised in the Hague in 1920. He was 15 years her senior and already married but that did not stand in Van Moorsel's way: she abandoned her orthodox Roman Catholic family and went off with him to Paris. From the outset she considered herself married to him, although in fact Van Doesburg was not divorced from his previous wife until January 1923. They finally married in 1928. They were inseparable; whenever Van Doesburg appears in a photograph – and there are plenty in the exhibition – there is Van Moorsel beside him, often the only woman in the group, her mischievous grin a wonderful counterpoint to his solemn gaze. One can almost hear her laughter.

And there was a great deal to laugh about: besides the rational philosophy of De Stijl, Van Doesburg was actively involved in a movement that seems to embody the exact opposite: Dada. To understand Van Doesburg one must understand this marked polarity in his life: De Stijl on the one hand and Dada on the other. From the sublime to the ridiculous.

Nothing was more influential, or outrageous, or emblematic of its time, than Dada. "Dada is useless, like every­thing else in life," announced the founder of the movement, the poet Tristan Tzara. Dada swept aside traditions and all perceptions of what constitutes art. Its influence is felt right up to the present day. Tracey Emin's unmade bed is Dada. Randomly selected members of the public doing whatever they pleased on the fourth plinth of Trafalgar Square in London is Dada. The only difference is that Emin's bed and Antony Gormley's curation of the fourth plinth were rather tame, while Dada raised hell.

In Weimar, while pursuing his ideas at the Bauhaus, Van Doesburg had organised the Congress of Constructivists and Dadaists which included such luminaries as Hans Arp, Kurt ­Schwitters, Tzara and El Lissitzky, the Russian constructivist. In 1923, directly after returning to Holland from Germany, the Van Doesburgs partnered the wonderfully barmy Schwitters in a grand Dada tour of Holland. They'd done this performance in Jena the year before; now they performed in 10 different cities before a succession of suitably bewildered audiences. Nelly would play the piano – perhaps Rieti's "Wedding Breakfast of a Crocodile" or an Erik Satie piece they advertised as "Ragtime-Dada". On stage, wearing a monocle and with his face whited up, Van Doesburg would recite from his recent pamphlet Wat is Dada???, while Schwitters, incognito at the back of the auditorium, would interrupt the lecture by barking like a dog. Later Schwitters would be invited on stage where, indifferent to laughter or abuse, he would recite one of his mad Dada poems. In Utrecht a fight broke out after members of the audience invaded the stage and tried to present Schwitters with a wreath of dead flowers and a copy of the Bible. It was, everyone agreed, a most successful evening.

Although few knew it at the time, Van Doesburg's active involvement in Dada predates all this. In 1920 De Stijl magazine published a Dada poem by a certain IK Bonset. More Bonset poems followed in subsequent editions and the same poet also edited the short-lived Dada Magazine Mécano (1922-24) as well as contributing to other Dada publications. "IK Bonset" is actually a Spoonerism (surely the most Dada figure of speech) for "I am a fool" in Dutch (Ik ben sot): it is a nom-de-plume for Theo van Doesburg. To complete the picture there is a wonderful photograph of Nelly playing the part of IK Bonset, wearing false moustache, ­aviator's helmet and goggles, and smoking a pipe. All this is very Dada. The true identity of the poet was not revealed to most of Van Doesburg's friends until after his death.

Shortly after the Dada tour of Holland, like some maniacal product of its own imagination, Dada self-destructed, the Dada Soirée at the Théâtre Michel in Paris famously ending in chaos with the actors attacked on stage by an enraged by then-ex Dadaist ­André Breton. He broke one actor's arm with his walking stick, the poet Paul Éluard was knocked into the footlights, the audience rioted and the auditorium was wrecked. Finally the police were called. More "Rock Around the Clock" than the fourth plinth. Of course, Theo van Doesburg and Nelly van Moorsel were in the audience.

Perhaps the end of Dada was a signal to settle down. The Van Doesburgs re-established themselves back in Paris, living in the outer suburb of Meudon. He began painting again – he had done no painting at all in Germany – and design commissions came his way: the Flower Room in the modernist Villa Noailles in the south of France ­being the first. This was an opportunity, albeit a small one (the room is a mere 1.2m by 1.5m), to put his ideas into practice. Shortly afterwards came a collaboration with Arp and his wife Sophie Taeuber-Arp to redesign the ­interior of one wing of the Aubette building in Strasbourg as an entertainment centre. This work is Van ­Doesburg's masterpiece of interior design. For the first and only time, his powerful and dynamic diagonal blocks of primary colour march across the walls and ceilings of large, public rooms. Sadly the designs did not meet with public ­approval and were covered over in 1938. Only recently have the rooms been restored, finally being opened to the public in their entirety in 2009. The whole complex is now classified as a Monument ­Historique.

With money she had been left in her father's will, Nelly bought a plot of land in Meudon. There, at 29 Rue Charles Infroit, the couple built a studio-house to Van Doesburg's own design. Construction was slow, partly because of difficulties with the building material, which was "solomite", an insulating fabric of compressed straw used by Le Corbusier. Perhaps symbolically, Van Doesburg was building a house of straw: he died within a few months of completion, not in Meudon but in Davos, of a heart attack following a bout of asthma. He was just 47. Painter, poet, critic, architect, of all the dimensions of his short life the most important one was as intangible as the fourth dimension for which he searched: the influence that he had among the avant-garde of the 1920s, an artistic movement that has shaped our own world. This influence cannot be easily measured, but you can get the flavour of it through the more than 400 exhibits, from paintings by Mondrian and Arp to furniture by Rietveld and sculpture by Brancusi, that the Tate has brought together in this important and extensive exhibition.

Nelly van Doesburg, a tireless promoter of her husband's vision, lived on in the house in Meudon until her death in 1975; the house still stands, a modest and poignant memorial to a man who for 10 years was one of the major catalysts of the art world in the 20th century.

Van Doesburg and the International Avant-Garde: Constructing a New World is at Tate Modern, Bankside, London SE1 from 4 February to 16 May 2010. Ticket office: 020 7887 8888. www.tate.org.uk/modern


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Theo van Doesburg comes to Tate Modern

23 January 2010 Preview a major retrospective of works by Dutch artist and founder of the De Stijl movement Theo van Doesburg. At Tate Modern from 4 February 2010


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