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Carole
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It's a SPIN painting - ie completely accidental, so what does it matter who did it?
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Keel
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It matters for the guy who paid over twenty five grand for a six years old kid's accident. Edited PS. Not that I have any sympathy.
This post was last edited by Keel, 08 Feb 2010, 13:51
Hey saucy, that's the best offer I've had all night.
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Carole
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Even worse - that guy paid twenty-five grand for a SIGNATURE.
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Keel
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 Too right!
Hey saucy, that's the best offer I've had all night.
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dancingsue
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The bollocks that's talked about art is usually much more bollocky than the art itself. If it's good - if it works - it doesn't need some pretentious twat talking bollocks over it.
the long and the short of itTriclops: a collection of forty short stories by Avery Mathers, Susan Howe and Lee Williams.
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Marita Hansen
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Abstract art is the bane of my life. It should have died in the twentieth century.
This post was last edited by Marita Hansen, 09 Feb 2010, 11:26
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dancingsue
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Quote: Marita Hansen, Tuesday, 9 Feb 2010 11:23Abstract art is the bane of my life. It should have died in the twentieth century. Good abstract art can touch the soul as much as any good artform. Perhaps you've only seen crapart?
the long and the short of itTriclops: a collection of forty short stories by Avery Mathers, Susan Howe and Lee Williams.
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Keel
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I reckon the biggest load of bollocks is hearing artists speak about other artists, like they understand something we lesser mortals don’t. It’s particularly amusing when the one being eulogised freely admits, afterwards, that the work on offer is total crap. As for the prats who buy this stuff, they are just sad, rich people thinking they are being clever. Emperor’s new clothes, or what?
Hey saucy, that's the best offer I've had all night.
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sulcus
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Quote: Keel, Tuesday, 9 Feb 2010 11:51I reckon the biggest load of bollocks is hearing artists speak about other artists, like they understand something we lesser mortals don’t. It’s particularly amusing when the one being eulogised freely admits, afterwards, that the work on offer is total crap. As for the prats who buy this stuff, they are just sad, rich people thinking they are being clever. Emperor’s new clothes, or what? You can read my slaughtering of modern art and the Young British Artists in particular with a book review I posted to Booksquawk
This post was last edited by sulcus, 09 Feb 2010, 13:01
"A,B&E", "Not In My Name" and "52FF" (flash fiction anthology) all available on Amazon Kindle"How a psychopath makes sweet love. I can get you ringside. Royal box even."
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Keel
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I just read it, Marc. Your review seems to have summed up my thoughts concerning the hype surrounding this form of… I don’t know what it is to be honest. I just look and like, or dislike, without having to read a title explaining why I should like when I don’t. If I saw a pile of sand in an art gallery I’d assume building work was in progress and keep an eye out for the cement mixer. Then again, I’m just a kid standing in the crowd.
Hey saucy, that's the best offer I've had all night.
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