“Shedboatshed” by carpenter / artist Simon Starling
That was about as shocking as it got in a year when the £25,000 prize has generated barely a ripple of controversy. Even a painter, Gillian Carnegie, installed as a favourite for the prize by the bookmakers, was included.
The Tate’s selection panel, having scoured the country over the past dozen years to find transvestite potters, dirty beds and sliced cows, was possibly too exhausted to whip up headlines again.
Definitive expose of the TP, in the year after London Dada’s victory in pressuring the committee into abandoning its 23 year tradition of age discrimination against entrants
Please! That is absurd!! A reward and money for that???
I suppose the winning work has to have some degree of controversy attached to it, to get the paying punters through the gallery doors.
It fails to astound though – and for that alleged level of “great art” (and £25K), we should expect to see fresh magic and experience child-like wonder.
perhaps its the actual story behind the shed (lot actually BEHIND it) that make the viewer think. invoke imagination and take them to their very own private space in their minds?
just a thought, but then I know nothing.. but I do like his work, probably the inner geek in me…
Yes Graeme, its an interesting piece of conceptual art, there’s lots of people doing that kind of thing. But how did this mouse get picked up by the gay Jew Sir Nick Serota, the director of Tate Modern who also controls Turner selection? Your BEHIND thing might be a clue; behind the shed perchance? Serota used a former winner’s flat to conduct a 6 year affair from, in the 1990s. Also all the winners are asked to do a work comemmorating the Holocaust within 6 months of winning.
British Art? It’s a rotting corpse, and I’m not being cynical.
totally… there are some crap pieces out there which shroud over the good ones. they only get shown (crap) when a piece of “wordy” narrative goes with…
leave it up to the viewer is what I say….
and we all know that critics are failed artists who have eaten prose for a sad sad bitter supper..