I wasted this day....
Oh yeah, do you remember where that place was? Wasn't by Snow Hill station, in the Great weston arcade? That's the one I was thinking about with that painting.
The only time I wish to look at a pickled sheep is if I'm having it for dinner. Pickled animals and messy beds are not things that interest me if I go and see some art. I mean what's arty about this Shibboleth piece?
I'm really pretty open-minded about art, and the sort of art that's supposed to be 'an experience' rather than a picture on the wall I'm all for as well... but again I think we'd have to see it in person to get anything from it. I just dislike Hirst and Emin and a few like them, because as far as I can see, they've made a name for themselves only by doing the opposite of what the audience expects for shock value, and I know for a fact Mr. Hirst is out to make money rather than art. He doesn't even make the pieces himself, but has a team of artisans and technicians to do all the leg-work... he just comes up with a title and a concept and then tries to flog it under his name like a brand of celebrity perfume.And then there was the Weather Project. Ok, each to their own and whatever floats your boat, but I just don't "get it". Maybe I'm not supposed too?
Y'know, I've been trying to remember the placename for ages and I can't. That day I was heading for the museum and crossed a canal with a small bridge and some coffee shops with hanging baskets along it, and this arcade where the gallery was was a fancy glass/metal multi-storey venue thing (the gallery being on the ground floor near the far end) and I think the canal was right outside one end of it. Not too far from the museum.
lexy said:I'm really pretty open-minded about art, and the sort of art that's supposed to be 'an experience' rather than a picture on the wall I'm all for as well... but again I think we'd have to see it in person to get anything from it. I just dislike Hirst and Emin and a few like them, because as far as I can see, they've made a name for themselves only by doing the opposite of what the audience expects for shock value, and I know for a fact Mr. Hirst is out to make money rather than art. He doesn't even make the pieces himself, but has a team of artisans and technicians to do all the leg-work... he just comes up with a title and a concept and then tries to flog it under his name like a brand of celebrity perfume.
So Jesus is the angel of death? Or am I interpreting that wrong?And I hold the keys of death and Hades