But first you need to find it. Next to the Pentecostal Church, follow the driveway around to the rear to an industrial-type courtyard and garage doors to assorted locales. One is the entrance to the gallery, an old cotton factory of 1200 metres and triple height ceilings.
Taché represents some huge names in the art world; Tony Cragg, Sean Scully, Cornelia Parker, and others whose work is only within the aquisitional realm of Russian oligarchs and hedge fund brokers. The aforementioned are on display in the gallery’s inaugural show. (It plans to host about four a year.) And although I have always considered the idea of art works ‘creating dialogue’ with each other a bit wanky, there is something uplifting about viewing perfectly composed, large-format pieces against bone white walls in a cathedral-like space.
No one breathed down our neck as we wandered around. Three ambiguously erotic photographs by Antoine d’ Agata caught my daughter’s eye – and the gallery attendant took the time to come over and explain the artist’s working methods and influences (though she still thought’ them ‘icky.’) Taché has said that he gets the greatest satisfaction from introducing young people to contemporary art. So, round up the kids and make your way to Carrer Mèxic for your next cultural sojourn. There’s a not bad curry house next door when you are done
Carrer de Mèxic, 19, Open Tues-Sat 11am-8pm.