"And remember kids, sometimes some people use their own plain crap and call it art".
Well, there's a funny thing, as I recently doodled this for my own amusement...
Taste Modern
It’s about cognition, you understand,
And disconnected links.
To you, perhaps, a brown shapeless blur,
But that’s it’s point.
It’s vacuousness challenges shape-conventions,
Throwing them into sharp relief.
Take Constable – all that painstaking detail- and for why?
Are we to value bourgeois aspirations higher than those of the intelligentsia?!
Hardly, if one has read one’s history or has travelled on a bus! Hahaha!
The medium? Aah, people do ask amusing questions! I even had a fellow, a Northerner if you know what I mean, enquiring why the colours were so dull!
Well, I was sorely tempted to say if you want bright colours why don’t you try Blackpool!
He was a nice boy though.
It’s most likely her own dung, that would be consistent with the recent movement.
She feels the very word has a certain bell-like resonance; in fact she alludes to it in her notes, here, that her work is best experienced if one repeats the word continuously as a sort of mantra, … stand here and we’ll say it together…
Dung! Dung! DUNG!
