From: Nel
Category: Art
Date: 09 March 2006
Organised by some one who calls himself the new dome (usual way people find a means by which to make themselves more than what they are - a pip squeak from Goldsmiths College) this exhibition was the regular group show mish-mash of artwork styles, reminding us that integral to an artist's sense of purpose he/she must hate all other work. A collection of stuff that belies the nurtured neurosis that was conjured up by the artist in performance piece (performed unconsciously) for the behalf of the tutors and other students probably over the last two years in attendance at college. "You should meet him. We talk more about him than about his work" I was proudly told when I asked an exhibitor what he thought of an someone else's work. Surrounded as I was by a bunch of phoney neurotics, post-teenage teenagers I wasn't keen to, and wondered why people are so unwilling to give any sort of real opinion and why they like to fall in to such a stereotype. Indulging in uninteresting obsessions, stuck at the anal phase of documenting and recording in a bla bla fashion, sometimes justifying a place in the art world with some art historical reference. But does this really make it more than a collection of scrappy bits of wood knocked together just because Picasso also did horses in his rose period? Is it work worth encountering? http://www.tempcontemp.co.uk/
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