Was in London for work this week and managed a quick pop to the Tate.
Liked a lot of the dadaist and surrealist stuff, but come on, some of it, esp. the minimalism is really taking the piss.
I mean, this, FFS It may be a cliche but my 5-year-old DS really could have done it.
They're filling in "the Crack" right now so the Turbine Hall is empty. I wanted to ask if the filling-in was itself an act of art.
I also had a really HORRID blueberry muffin which was the texture of sandpaper and fell apart on the plate in nasty little bits. I was thinking of giving it free to Nicholas Serota and entitling it "Hunger". It was a profound exploration, I thought, of the interface between the eating and the eaten, and invited the observer to reflect on the fundamental dichotomies and hypocrisies of the affluent world's attitude to waste.