Apparently it's currently on display at Tate Britain, along with the other pretentious junk competing for this year's Turner Prize. The "winner" is due to be announced...
...later today. Next year, I suggest someone submits as their exhibit an enormous pile of fresh, steaming shite - a sort of companion piece to this year's offering. The members of the Turner Prize jury and the head of Gordon's Gin (the company which, bizarrely, funds this annual fiasco) could then remove their clothes and roll about in the exhibit to their heart's content, gibbering like gibbons and flinging lumps of ordure at any members of the public foolish enough to have paid to get in - because that's what they basically do every year.
The members of the jury this year are: Michelle Cotton, Director, Bonner Kunstverein, Bonn; Tamsin Dillon, curator; Beatrix Ruf, Director, Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam; and Simon Wallis, Director, The Hepworth Wakefield. The jury is chaired by Alex Farquharson, Director of Tate Britain. They should all be thoroughly, thoroughly ashamed of themselves.
What a bunch of absolute "c"s - and I don't mean curators.
Have you noticed the way the cheeks follow you round the room?
ReplyDeleteSorry - I just can't be arsed to look it again.
DeleteI just hope there's nobody feeding baked beans in at the other end.
I have often felt that Eastern Europeans, not just Polish, have a culture of cruelty in their folk tales. Here, evidently, also in art. While being individually very nice people, I hasten to add.
ReplyDeleteSomehow the above comment got onto the wrong thread. It should be on the topic about film posters. Apologies!
ReplyDeleteAs for the Turner Prize, obviously I am not intellectually able to see anything of worth in these "installations". Clearly my own fault!
I suspect that the main point of these installations is to make most of us feel inadequate, Helen - i.e. we're simply not cool enough or smart enough to "get" them. The truth, I think, is that the central idea these works are meant to embody is invariably the sort of clichéd babyish pseudo-insight most of us stop giving brain-space to around puberty. As for the execution, it's also juvenile - but without the sparks of originality, freshness or charm often to be found in children's attempts to create art. But, then, this isn't art - it's a posture (or, in this case, a posterior).
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