Donna and I went to the beach this morning to have a look at the public art they put there for a couple of weeks each year. Art? Surely there should be some skill required in the execution of an idea before the result idea can be classified as art. Four rubbish bins back-to-back with four others. Really? I know I didn’t seem to have that idea, but maybe I did and straight away realised it was a crap idea and didn’t take it any further.
Interestingly, there was a piece that was made up of signs, criticising the fact that there are so many signs telling us what not to do. The artist seemed quite passionate about it, and fair enough too. The only thing was that next to his artwork criticising all those signs that tell us what not to do was a sign telling us not to climb on his artwork. Irony or special pleading?