Saturday, October 10, 2009

Turn me on, dead man

To Tate Britain, to see the Turner brand of conceptualism. No, not the eager foursome vying for the eponymous prize (Roger Hiorns offers processed cubes of cow brain - has molecular gastronomy at last found the artistic kudos it has always craved?) but that other Turner. You know, dead bloke, bit splodgy. Good at sea, couldn’t do trees, clouds a bit hit and miss.

Apparently, in 1832, Turner asked his friend George Jones what subject he’d chosen for a forthcoming exhibition. Jones said he was depicting the Biblical story of the Burning Fiery Furnace; Turner then asked for the dimensions and materials. And with the same subject matter, the same medium (oil on mahogany), even the same size of board as Jones had used, he came up with something better:


Arrogant? Obviously. A stunt? Yes. Remind you of anyone?

4 comments:

Sylvia said...

Pah - want a really good laugh? Take yourself to see the Anish Kapoor exhibition at the RA. Haven't laughed so much since Gilbert and George at Tate Modern. Just look at the website to see what I mean. There's a huge lipstick type thing travelling up and down the length of several galleries on rails, oozing red wax through the arches. Then there's the cannon, firing red wax through an archway. Didn't hang around for that. Luckily I have a friends' card. Wouldn't have laughed so much if I had paid to see it....

hesspartacus said...

I suppose the bird in the white dress bears a passing resemblance.

Or did you mean the shark?

omchelsea said...

Oh, Australia doesn't seem like SUCH a cultural wasteland suddenly.

dh said...

I expect you heard about Tracey Emin. She's very upset about David Cameron's tax proposals. Not taking it lying down.