Magadalena Abakanovicz

Quick trip to meet my old friend Mary Jane Jacob who curated this fantastic show of one of the most prominent Polish artists living in the Cold War era.

The enormous fibre (mainly woven sisal) must have changed what it is to be a sculptour. Those hanging Abakans are soft and tactile, a bit sexual, a bit hugable. It felt like being in a quite temple, not a gallery walking round those floating structures.

Here a little movie from TATE.