Yesterday I went to see a contemporary art exhibition at the wonderful Liver Building in Liverpool which overlooks the River Mersey. I always wanted to see inside. Well, I am cross to say the least, that the art there, I think, is an insult to the so many talented artists there are. I mean, I know it said contemporary, so I expected some weird pieces, but what a waste to put them in the Liver Building, they should be in a darkened warehouse, as far as I am concerned. For example, a huge scrunched up ball of gold tin foil, huge video of a young man singing badly playing a guitar badly, top part of him like a bib shape of white skin and the rest (not down to naughty bits) was covered with gravy browning, or so it seemed. I cannot for the life of me get it! I'm sure a deep meaning is there somewhere, but not to simple me. I am sorry if anyone reading this likes this type of work, but I think it's a case of Emporer's New Clothes. I mean I have been to the Tate in Liverpool, and some of the work I really like, but not much. Am I out of order here. Am I missing something really wonderful. Does anyone agree with me?
Here is my pic of The Liver Building (also shown on my watercolour blog) along with two other memories of Liverpool.
I'd love to hear anyone else's point of view on this subject.