I just got back from the Tate Modern. The dreary, drizzly weather perfectly suited the atmosphere in the gallery - all that post-war European angst und bange. Some of the paintings were what I guess would be called "challenging" while others were just kind of irritating, including lots named (imaginatively) "untitled". I wonder why you don't see a lot of composers creating pieces called Untitled?
The Tate Modern is cavernous; unfortunately, it seemed to be art-class day for a lot of highschoolers wandering around giggling at the installations. Although I admit it is hard to understand the artist's intended vision when viewing a video of people in their underpants rolling around on dead fish and chickens. I wonder if this is what Voltaire had in mind.
A couple of my favourites were funny. Check these out by Brit David Shrigley (although ironically his are all "untitled" too). Make sure to zoom in to read the text:
And this one reminds me of team UUJ... (Mark, am I right?)
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