"Alternative" art first caught my attention a couple of years ago when I visited a small gallery in London that exhibited shit work - literally I mean: sculptures, a lot of them, made by what I recall being a Spanish or South American artist who employs faecis and turn them into art objects. Then there was a dog by the same artist, whom he let die of starvation while calling the process "modern art".

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The Tate has just bought some William Blake hand-made pictures. The inscription for one of them, depicting a naked man clasping his head in pain as he is consumed by flames, reads: "I sought Pleasure & found Pain." My thought exactly every morning when I go to work; I wonder if I also look the same. The museum paid £441m for these pieces.



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Friday, 26 February 2010

"The public were forced to use their imagination'


When I left my mobile phone at home I noticed that it was way more exciting to meet my friend.

In fact I had to wonder where he was, if he'd come at all, if he had been run over by a truck etc ...

My imagination had to be active rather than my fingers typing a text message ...

Ménage à trois

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