Martin Creed, who won the Turner "Prize" for switching a light bulb on and off (a feat matched by YOU, TODAY! Well done, reader!) has a bunch of athletes running round Tate Britain. This is "Work 850", his new "installation".
Why? Because
I like seeing people run and I like running.
In other news,
Spot has a ball. A big red ball. See Spot run.
Mr Creed went on to say,
running fast is like the exact opposite of death
Displaying theological profundity only to be expected of a man of his name. On which point, heaven help him if one of the tourists moving around the Tate has a heart attack when one of these leotarded "works of art" runs into him.
And what was the inspiration for this brilliant "art"?
I thought, 'Why do you have to look at paintings for a long time? Why not look for a second?'
To which the answer "actual art repays careful study, being the result of deep craft and skill rather than cheap pseudo-conceptual garbage" was shouted by a thousand souls, but Mr Creed had already legged it around the corner.
Wasn't the sole justifying point of Tate Modern that it would act as a collecting point for junk, and save the rest of our galleries from this guff?
