On visiting contemporary art exhibitions, I tend to spend most of my time thinking about what I should be thinking… Anyone else?
Whatever happened to having a giggle? Whatever happened to going around a gallery, letting the mind wander a bit (to the newsagent for a wham bar not to Timbuctoo) and leaving with a grin?
David Shrigley nails this… I haven’t laughed out loud in an exhibiton in a long time. Shrigley is for everyone, even those who hate art.
Want your soul to feel like a marsh mallow – check him out. Sadly you can’t at the Hayward anymore. But find him… and have a bubble, as my mate Boyan used to say….
