Just back from the Royal Academy Summer Show in London this evening. It was a special free invite that my sister had given me, even though her ticket said not tranferable. What can I say? We’re rebels.
I think it was a showing organised by the Orthapaedic Society ( if there is such a thing) because everyone in the room seemed to have the same neck complaint going on. Their right ear was fused to their right shoulder. Or maybe that is the correct way to view art?
As well as having a crooked neck the other essential was being able to talk loud and posh whilst gargling Pimms. I overheard two linen clad women discussing the prominently displayed Tracey Emin scrawl, a piece of work that in my ignorant opinion wasn’t even graffitti standard. They described it as ’potent’ and ‘polemic’ and the ‘threshold to purgatory’. I had ‘p’ words for it too – poncey and puerile - but then I am a self confessed Philistina and was wearing Polyester so I didn’t chip in.
I loved the model of King Kong made from wire coat hangers. It has inspired me to create something to submit for next year’s show. I’m am going to make an elephant, perhaps even a herd of elephants, installation out of all the single socks in my house. I am going to call it ‘An Elephantine Spasm in Socks’ or ‘Sock Safari’ or………I’ve got a whole year to think about it.
Self confessed Philistina? I think not… I’m right there with you on the Tracey Emin scrawls!
That was hilarious. I could picture it all (ha ha). Good luck with the sock elephants. Of course, as soon as you’ve finished making it, that’s when all the partner socks will turn up behind the sofa and under beds and down the back of the fridge.
You like it or you don’t, it interests you or it doesn’t, it makes you ponder( I know words that begin with P)or it doesn’t, it puzzles you or it doesn’t, it moves you or it doesn’t—– I think a lot of those people remind me of the story of The Emperor’s New Clothes.
Fran, socks are a life form of higher intelligence.
Moya, Pertinent.
Anna May x