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Except Jack, if I mindfully do my washing-up and say "it's art, you philistines!", that don't mean I can sell it for thousands of dollars, so I have to beg to differ there.
Jack, that may not spoil the game, but it's not exactly playing it. Here goes:
... by not posting this in the Art forum, we can see that the artist is making a bold statement insofar as ze is attempting to blur the boundary between -so-called - high culture, and common chatter. The message of this piece, as I see it, may be one of radical democratisation of artistic endevour, that we may all be artists, and that the space in which art may be at its most moving and profound need not be an art gallery, but can be a - so-called - humble, unpretentious space, such as one commonly associated with idle chatter and banter. Thus one is forced to consider the possibility that bars, pubs, cafe's, truck-stops or even soup-kitchens etc all contain as much grandiosity of human spirit as any art gallery full of pseuds in suits spouting about Lyotard, Jacques 'The Lack' Lacan, et al. The piece, I may suggest, could be called Exploding the White Cube 1 or suchlike. |
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