Saturday, November 20, 2004
Mainly due to a free ticket, I went today to see this year's Turner Prize exhibition, as usual wildly and widely criticised.
And rightly so.
It is boring.
And mostly pointless.
There is a sense in which artists have moved from an interest and starting point in the self to a social indignity and a kind of journalism , which art cannot (and should not) embrace. As much as art is often political, political correctness disguised as awareness when the artist in actual fact doesn't seem to have much to say, is just dull.
I don't really want to criticise the Turner Prize, especially since Kim Howell's very public and inappropriate outburst in 2002, but the show really wasn't very interesting. I refuse to blame the Tate though, because I have a feeling that it did pick the cream of the crop - it's just that the crop isn't up to anything exciting at the moment.
That said, if Yinka Shonibare doesn't win there is no justice in this world.
And rightly so.
It is boring.
And mostly pointless.
There is a sense in which artists have moved from an interest and starting point in the self to a social indignity and a kind of journalism , which art cannot (and should not) embrace. As much as art is often political, political correctness disguised as awareness when the artist in actual fact doesn't seem to have much to say, is just dull.
I don't really want to criticise the Turner Prize, especially since Kim Howell's very public and inappropriate outburst in 2002, but the show really wasn't very interesting. I refuse to blame the Tate though, because I have a feeling that it did pick the cream of the crop - it's just that the crop isn't up to anything exciting at the moment.
That said, if Yinka Shonibare doesn't win there is no justice in this world.
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