No, it's a feed of fish and chips. This is where artists go wrong; they get confused between practical things and things you can hang on your wall.
This is not art either...
Some idiot thought it was an put if in a gallery.
Wrong move.
You wouldn't put it in your living room so that guests could look at it. Only a moron would do that. It's a pile a sweets and belongs, in boxes, out back in a sweet shop.
Artists need to learn to be more discerning. They're not doing themselves any favours when they get it wrong.
Friday, 27 January 2012
Thursday, 10 November 2011
Wet and cold today.
I might be forced to visit an art gallery.
Actually, I might go to the video store and see if they have Dirty Harry.
Actually, I might go to the video store and see if they have Dirty Harry.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Sunday, 4 September 2011
ART, what can you say?
I came across these two pictures:
The first one is simply crap, but I thought that Richard (of RBB) might like the second one because there's a lady playing the cello, his instrument.
The first one is simply crap, but I thought that Richard (of RBB) might like the second one because there's a lady playing the cello, his instrument.
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Art at Christmas.
Art at Christmas reaches a new low. Shops are trying to sell any old shit - Elvis always manages to get in on the bloody act, and then we have all those awful Christmas decorations and soppy shots of the fat old bastard in red.



Christmas is a bloody depressing time... and you get to spend time with relatives.
I need a drink just bloody thinking about it!



Christmas is a bloody depressing time... and you get to spend time with relatives.
I need a drink just bloody thinking about it!
Saturday, 18 September 2010
New Dowse, same old shit.
I saw Richard (of RBB), and his beautiful wife, at The New Dowse. Richard (of RBB) pointed out the interesting way the carpet was laid. He was right, the lines were sort of at at an angle of about forty five degrees and seemed to run right through the large cutting that led to the back room - a work of art. Unfortunately a lot of stuff on the walls was shit. Then there were some installations that someone had wasted a lot of time putting together.

I particularly hate art works that have a long explanation. Imagine buying something like that to put on (or near) your wall and, every time someone came into the room, having to try to explain the artist's intention. Call me a Philistine (which I am by accident of birth), but shouldn't the art work speak for itself?

I particularly hate art works that have a long explanation. Imagine buying something like that to put on (or near) your wall and, every time someone came into the room, having to try to explain the artist's intention. Call me a Philistine (which I am by accident of birth), but shouldn't the art work speak for itself?
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