Work No. 739: The Art Gallery as Art XI

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The Art Gallery as Art VII
c. Michael St.Mark 2015

Tate Modern facade composition No 1 , Tate Modern art gallery, Southbank London.

Continuing the series from 2013, positing the art gallery itself has become art; thereby disenfranchising the cronyistic culture of  exclusivity, discrimination and one-upmanship that  the heads of  these establishment institutions  practice and thereby democratizing art, bringing it within the reach of everyone.
Democratizing Art “ TM  ( A term now widely used – and abused – throughout the art world, coined by
artist Michael St.Mark in 2012  )

Edition of 50 Lightjet fine art prints on archival Pro Endura
28″ H x 19″W
£350 ( unframed)

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Linkback to former Works in our Democratizing Art series.

About London Dada

Work No. 738: And We Call this Living II & III

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  And We Call this Living II
  c. Michael St.Mark 2015

All-day breakfast cafe, Enfield Middx. From 2012

The enemy within
The Enemy Within
c. Michael St.Mark 2015

In a well known fast food outlet. Thamesmead SE2
( White flour/ bread / pasta/pizza – even more harmful than sugar and a major cause of obesity.)

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Second & third in our series, exploring public lifestyle choices in 21C UK.
Linkback to first in the series.

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Two editions of 25 signed Lightjet prints on Ilford Pearl / Acrylic glass
24″W x 16″ H
24″ x 24″
£450 ( unframed)

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For the Dadaist, art is not an end in itself, but an opportunity for true perception and criticism
  of the times we live in”
– Hugo Ball, founder and father of Dada

Work No 737: My Beautiful Life II


My Beautiful Life II
c. Michael St.Mark 2015

Winter tenements; Barrow Island, Cumbria. From 2010

Second in the series. Linkback to Work No. 410; MBL (2009)

Edition of 25 Lightjet prints on Kodak Pro Endura
24″W x 18″ H
£400

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” I’m beginning to feel the present relentless wretchedness of life pushing me, inexorably, into some vast, vast nothingness – yet curiously, amazingly; its name is freedom” – M. St.M  2010