I have been in a bit of a low recently to say the least but as I booked my ticket last week I dragged my paws to @Davidshrigley’s new exhibition at the @HaywardGallery, bouyed on by a review in @timeoutlondon citing existential angst to match my own.
Also, like your blogger, Shrigley-apparently-exists at “the crossroads of art, futility and absurdity” so I was more than a little curious to have a sniff around.
Plus the posters got a dog on it.
So… Did it live up to expectations? Yes and no…
Yes… there was a dog. Yes… there was stick men fucking. Yes… there was a massive cup of cold tea.
No… there wasn’t much colouring in, no… they didn’t let daddy take illicit copyrighted images for his Staffordshire Bull Terrier’s blog, no… There were no poo bins… Let’s hope they mistake it for art.
Love,
Harleyxx
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