Yorkshire Sculpture Park today. I’ve wanted to go since about 1887. It’s a bit rubbish that the weather is so important to outdoor stuff really, innit? I wanted to click my fingers and have it all go snowy, and then mega-blue desert skies, and then those stormy clouds that get shafts of light breaking them up. Today was just kind white cloud and drizzle, but the best stuff was in the indoor galleries anyway. I fell BIG TIME for the Rachel Goodyear exhibition. Actually bought a book of her stuff, which is MENTAL. The Jaume Plensa stuff was good too. There was one room with a bunch of gongs we could hit and they all had sexy-sexy bible verses on them, and this image is from some glowy-hangy dudes with neuroses and anxieties printed across their faces. He looks like he’s got big old droopy tits, but those are actually knees. I’m not very good at subtle art. I either want people bandaging dead crows to their faces (Rachel Goodyear) or people with ‘AMNESIA’ stamped across both eyelids (Plensa).
I’m getting more and more into visual art though, which is corresponding with a growing boredom of performance. It might well be my ‘new thing’.
