I went to an exhibit of students work this weekend.
Some of it was extraordinary and showed amazing talent.
Most of it was a load of tat. Not just that, but over thought, pretentious and had a royal element of intellectual self gratification about it....
I came away thinking that the "artists" were suffering from a bad case of the Emperors New Clothes - "Oh i took a neoclassical genre and use it to create an installation about teenaged angst in the 21st century and really you must be an intellectual to understand the use of light and space and ...."
- no love, you made a bowl. With a bunny in it.
And of course if you said that to their face "She just doesnt understand it..."
I would like a really Simon Cowell moment with some of them and to be able to call them out. But their argument is "Its "art" because I say it is."
Hey, on that basis I live in an "installation" called "Domestic Chaos"
Or maybe "Untitled IV" which makes it sound alltogether more worthy.