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Yesterday I visited the Newspeak:British Art Now exhibition in London. (Stop holding your head Kalleh, I'm not about to discuss art) and I bought the guide book. It''s a remarkable piece of work and I intend to post at length about the use of language in it, both on my blog (where I will also be talking about the art) and here (where I will confine myself to the language.) Purely for wordcraft though is this little trailer of forthcoming attractions, a small selection of the random gibberish that makes up the guide. I thought I could speak art bullshit quite fluently, but apparently not.
Or to put that last one another way as my friend did - "it's a red light in a black box". - a rather more succinct and accurate description of the piece. "No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money." Samuel Johnson. | ||
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The guide describes more than 120 pieces, all in similar terms. It's absolutely hilarious, though I suspect the authors don't think so. Much more on this later. "No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money." Samuel Johnson. | |||
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I've made my first blogpost on the subject. It's in the form of a little quiz. Here are five quotes from the guide. All you have to do, and you can do this in your head without writing or replying, is try to picture the artwork. They are all quite conventional - one sculpture and four paintings. Through this literal hybrid, Claydon incites the current revivals of genetic engineering and post-modern eclecticism as plausible validation of [J.G.] Frazer's theories. From this consumerised reproduction. MacKinven crafts a twisted and contorted portrait that conceptually merges the forefathers of communism and today's hyper-capitalism, addressing selective appropriation of ideology and history's romanticised cycles and ill-fitting precedent Her knitted jumper appears to be a structure both containing her body and stiffly holding it together. Any true sense of time or place is discarded as one iconic image crashes into another to leave a chaos of chronology and open-ended associations. All the weight is in one knuckle as if the foetal figure is a chyrsalis in transformation. "No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money." Samuel Johnson. | |||
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Do we get to see how right we are? Those descriptions are hilarious. I loved reading the description compared to your friend's! | |||
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Is "repretition" a typo, or is the writer also a writer for Sarah Palin? It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. -J. Krishnamurti | |||
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