Saturday, 17 March 2012

The awkw-art-ness in the Tate


For me, some parts of the Tate Britain are like this sort of exhibitions in which people stare wondering at a humidifier, looking in vain for the label bearing the name of the artist, in which you almost consider not sitting on a bench lest it is part of the exhibition, in which a bare wall could bear a label and in which you end up being the work of art.

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