Nicky wrote:
<Oh what a relief, I'm clearly not the only one that thinks this piece of trash - take that how you will (didn't it also list on the bed cover all the men she'd slept with?) >
She did an embroidery of the names of all the men she'd slept with as a separate "work of art". A lot of embroidery is wonderful, but this wasn't. There's really been some absolute rubbish classed as art, particulatly for the Turner Prize - like Damien Hirst's (sp?) half a sheep/cow? in formaldehyde (just show how impressed I was with that) or the empty room with a light switch for the viewer to turn on.
Am I strange in accepting as art some of the "off-the-wall" things done with lace in respect of materials, stitch arrangement or shape, but not a pile of bricks or an unmade bed?
No, I don't think you're strange, Jean. I visited an exhibit at the Women in Arts Museum in Washington, DC, once, and one of the "artworks" was a small room filled with dust bunnies! Yes, it was kind of fascinating to see them swirl around as people passed through the room, but *dust bunnies* as art???? I went home and never felt better about my lack of discipline in housekeeping. :-)
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