Normally, as you surely know if you read BOOJUM! with any frequency, Conrad often utters harsh commands to the slavish wretch responsible for this blog's picture content: Art. This coal-chewing sloven chooses to live in the Mansion's septic sump, from which one needs an unusually long, sharp bamboo skewer to remove him. Art is gifted with little in the way of intellect - Conrad has to make do for both of us - and gets pictures and/or captions embarrassingly wrong all the time.
"Yes yes yes, Conrad," I can hear you call. "Enough of what's not applicable. What is!"
Art in the purest sense, gentle reader. You may recall, or you may not*, that Darling Daughter is doing an Arts Degree at Manchester's Metropolitan University. Last weekend, under the auspices of guzzling enormous amounts of food at Yo! Sushi, we attended an exhibition of art at a venue in Manchester, from students on her course.
I didn't take a photo of the venue from outside, but it appeared to be an office building from the Seventies, designed with the colour palette of "Faecal Brown".
Don't ask me. This came up when I Googled "horrid brown office building" |
Sal's friend Rebecca in lower right corner |
Those are hand-made bowls I'll have you know |
Note creepy melted pewter clowns at right |
Rebecca's shizzle. Sorry! Art. Rebecca's art. |
Spun glass, very delicate, "Do Not Touch" signs perhaps not needed. Moving from Art For Art's Sake, Wonder Wifey bought one of Rebecca's sets of ear-rings, which will apparently make her dad happy.
Here's another exhibit photo taken at random, no idea what it is, sorry, can't be bothered to find out either**.
Mea Culpa |
Next, the most popular display on the floor, according to Sal: The Masks. The sign next to their exhibit made a point of saying "PLEASE TOUCH THE MASKS" and so people did. Art? ART!
Many masks |
Frightening or impressive? Only you can tell! |
In case you forgot |
In case you forgot part 2 & 3 |
Well, there you have it, a bit of artistic education for you. BOOJUM! - we'll get you intellectualised if it's the last thing we do!
Pete McKee
More on the theme of art. I'd not heard of this chap before until mentioned at work by Dave Kerry, our resident Professional Yorkshireman. He'd been to see an exhibition by Mr McKee at Magna, the fantastic science museum in Sheffield.
Here an aside by your humble scribe: although there has been a ferocious rivalry between Lancashire and Yorkshire for getting on half a millenium, Sheffield gets an automatic "Get out of jail free" card, and in fact a "Collect £200 million bonus" from your Lanky-dwelling artisan, because it's the hometown of The Comsat Angels, one of the finest rock bands this nation has ever produced***.
Okay, back to the rant in hand! Mr McKee (keeping it formal as we've not been introduced) has a distinctive style leavened with a sense of humour. Art? ART! ART!!!
Er - yes |
Who? Not Yes. |
Penguins. Sheffield. Inseparable |
The uniform of Sheffield Wednesday Football Club. And beer. |
How to reduce a grown man to tears ... (An England shirt is pristine white, FYI) |
Well well well. Not enough room for my wibble about High-altitude Electro Magnetic Pulse and ballistic missile interception, which is a pity as - well that would be telling. Also I want some tea. Pip pip!
* In which case there will be - trouble.
** Tee hee!
*** This is not an opinion. It is a cold hard fact.
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