Scene: a computer desk. A figure sits at it, obviously in pain. He appears to have difficulty breathing, and tears are streaming from his face. Minutes pass, and the figure starts to pull himself together. The figure then commences to type…
My opinion of some “art” has been written about before:
Disinclined to be arty? I disagree with the general point, but I will say that we’ll call a steaming pile of shite a steaming pile of shite, no matter what interpretation is put on it by an artist.
Basicially, I think that something doesn’t count as art if you have to be told that it’s art. So, I was mildly amused by this:
Cleaner bins rubbish bag artwork
The bag of rubbish was part of Metzger’s Recreation of the First Public Demonstration of Auto-Destructive Art
The bag filled with discarded paper and cardboard was part of a work by Gustav Metzger, said to demonstrate the “finite existence” of art.
It was thrown away by a cleaner at the London gallery, which subsequently retrieved the damaged bag.
And an image of this piece of vitally important art? But of course…
If a bag of rubbish is art, then I really need to get in on the game. I think that a performance piece (“Changing the tyre”, or perhaps “Taking a shit on a piece of Modern Art”) would be the best way forward. Inclusion in the Tate is all but assured, apparantly.