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With curious junk, lumpy sculptures and a train to nowhere, or this year’s shortlisted Turner prize artists – Michael Dean,Anthea Hamilton, Helen Marten and Josephine Pryde – conspire to both baffle and delightButtocks and boots and blue skies in June; knife blades and cotton buds and a train going nowhere; concrete and pennies and lives on the edge: this is perhaps the most peculiar and baffling Turner prize point to I can remember. I haven’t enjoyed being so confounded and perplexed in a long time.
In very different ways Michael Dean, or Anthea Hamilton,Helen Marten and Josephine Pryde all create situations and recount stories, via sculpture, and photographs and other kinds of images,manufactured objects, the found, and the handmade and the borrowed. Impure,porous, unfixed by medium or method, or full of curiosity,speculation and whimsy, their art somehow belongs together.
Souls and soles, and footwear and flatfish: the mind spins and goes on spinning Related: Runners but no riders line up for the Turner prize point to Perhaps the train is a metaphor for Britain today,stalled in a siding, as much as art entertainmentContinue reading...
Source: theguardian.com