The Turner Prize committee is slipping: they actually short-listed a painter this time. Of landscapes and still-lifes, no less.
The artist's work explores "the fundamental properties of painting," they say, by way of justifying their rather shocking choice. After years of celebrating the exploration of the fundamental properties of rooms full of trash, unmade beds, dead cows, flickering lights, and big piles of rocks, Britain's art world was due for a shake-up. But the notion of a non-goofy Turner Prize winner doesn't seem quite plausible. Colo(u)r me weirded-out.
Posted by Dr. Frank at June 3, 2005 05:32 PM | TrackBack