DANIEL IRONSIDE
What a Racket!
Koon's smile- "appropriated" from a corpse in the grips of rigour motifs. Hirst's refusal to admit the spot paintings' purpose- to murder his assistants by monotony. Now, a collection of my favourite barriers to entry in art- embodying art wank and art wank's inaccessibility. Featuring computer screen glare, pop-up-ad fanfare, and "If I don't know the artist should I even care"; are these barrier at all? should artists just accept absurd, embrace contemporary self-consciousness, and say "Hey, I'm the artist. Don't worry about the art (I know it's tricky stuff, I am a genius after all). Just buy the tote bag with my name on it from the gift-shop; art therapy and retail therapy are best served together.
- on the consumption of art, past, present, and likely forever,
