Art

Picasso, Matisse, Johns, Quinn, uh...Cunningham. One thinks not.

For me it's an inscription of difference within the same; a chiasmic doubling, or crossing, definable in terms of the divergence and reversibility of perceiving subject and object of perception

Man stares at leg. Now, that's what the world needs. A nonsense contribution. Get a proper job.

I like the where he disappears up his own arse better.

isn't this reviewer rather wistfully forgetting that art is essentially a commodity? new media might be all the rage (ho ho), but what's wrong with something tangible to sit alongside?
Too many times I have trekked to a commercial (clue is in the name) gallery to see almost nothing on display. Maybe a slight overcrowding is preferable to yet another trendy white wall.
I liked the exhibition, and also bought the t-shirt, lunch box and corned beef sandwich embossed with the artists names.