All of these were at the Tate; I know they were, for I took notes: The plaster cast of an empty space; View of the Thames with Pleasure Boats.
I know they were (for I took notes) on open view, but Art? Well, maybe. View of the Thames with Pleasure Boats; Mother Feeding Crying Baby
on open view, but Art? Well, maybe. – unless they take me for a fool. Mother Feeding Crying Baby; Man in Orange Shirt, on Stool.
– Unless they take me for a fool, Damien Hurst and Jackson *******. Man in Orange Shirt, on Stool, saying, "What a load of -------s!"
Damien Hurst and Jackson *******; Couple Drinking at a Bar, saying, "What a load of -------s, "A plywood model of a car!"
Couple Drinking at a Bar; Monet's Waterlilies, and a plywood model of a car; fruit decaying on a stand.
Monet's Waterlilies, and People on an Escalator; fruit decaying on a stand. No, skip that one; we'll come back later.
People on an Escalator; a film of two men standing still. No, skip that one; we'll come back later. I'm certain that they'll be there still.
A film of two men standing still; the plaster cast of an empty space. I'm certain that they'll be there still. All of these were at the Tate.
I wrote this after a visit to the famous gallery of modern art,feeling a little confused about what was "art" and what was "real life." I hope this unusual form adequately conveys my confusion.