While visiting Birmingham recently, I came across the Joe Lycett gallery exhibition called “Everything Must Go” at the Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery (BMAG). It runs until the 21st of February 2027 and I had no idea it was on. As a fan of Joe, I went in search of it in BMAG. Best of all, it was free to enter, though you can leave a donation at the main entrance.

The gallery greets you with a massive pink mammoth called Martin. A real centre piece. The decent-sized room has loads to take in, featuring numerous works by Joe Lycett mounted on canvas throughout the space. It appeared to be a very popular exhibition, and I took plenty of photos while I was there alongside many other visitors.

In the main shop, there are prints, magnets, and various other items on sale. I bought a couple of fridge magnets. If you are a fan of Joe, it is well worth a look. I certainly enjoyed viewing it; the exhibition is fun, and he successfully conveys his humour through surprisingly decent art. His style is quite unique and really very good.

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