Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Day 52: I Go To Tate Modern

I went to art school for a bit a couple of years ago. Made an installation out of jellybeans and that. It was good, but by the end of it I realised I wasn't very good at art, unless it had sweets in. Anyway, it was a nice day today, so we went to the Tate and had lunch. Then we went to look at some art made by a man called Pierre Huyghe.

I overheard two blokes on the way in:

Bloke 1: How do you pronounce that then?
Bloke 2: Pierre ...
Bloke 1: Hoo ...hoo ...
Bloke 2: Hoog?
Bloke 1: Hoogey?
Bloke 2: Huey?
Bloke 1: Like the bloke in 'Fun Lovin' Criminals'?
Bloke 2: Maybe.

We looked at all his things, but our favourite was a film that was described thus: "The view is limited to two windows, conveying a mood of isolation, which is heightened by the presence of a single, animatronic penguin." It looked sort of like this:

















We thought it was good, but maybe not as good as my drawing.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Indeed, I've always felt that an animatronic penguin profoundly heightened my sense of isolation.

Judging from your work, I think you're ready for your own show. I can write your catalogue if you want, I'm good with pseudo-intellectual gibberish and proficient at using thesaurus.com.

NON-WORKINGMONKEY said...

If you're very lucky, you can see the jellybeans.

Anonymous said...

Jellybeans are good for college projects, but if you want to be serious about it I suggest you shift your efforts towards either one of the essential ingredients of modern art: rotting meat, or excrement. If you can find a particularly offensive way of combining both, your career is made.
Either that or make sculptures of giant babies.

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