★★★★★
Do you come over a bit queasy at the sight of blood, guts and gore? Then this might at first seem like a show to put your stomach to the test. You could easily imagine that you have just stumbled into a warzone, watched an explosion taking place in an abattoir, borne witness to a childbirth . . . from the grisly end.
Massive canvases — clotted with crimson, coagulated with scarlet, veined with vermilion, streaked with sinewy whites — immerse you as you enter the first gallery. A crimson wasteland of wax stretches, bloody as some abandoned battlefield, away to one side. And is that the flayed skin of Marsyas that lies draped in the adjoining room?
Anish Kapoor
GEORGE DARRELL
With the opening of the Venice