Art Bin is, in fact, a giant perspex skip inside the gallery with a scaffold from which the artist chucks in the latest art rejects.
Anyone can turn up with a piece of ‘art’ and Landy may or may not decide to put it in the bin so I turned up with a bin bag with some crap I needed to get rid of but apparently it wasn’t arty enough despite the fact the ‘Art Bin’ seems to be full of an entire collection of South London’s primary school art department’s rubbish so I plonked it down outside next to a wheelie bin and created my own ‘art bin’.
Would you believe it, but the first contributors were Damien Hurst who donated a skull painting (how can anyone tell what’s a reject of his?) and Tracey Emin who donated some childish poster paint pictures (her Scottish flag doodle was worthy of any 5 year old) the irony clearly lost on the pair of them, and the rest is a load of old crap, from a cardboard box to a piece of drainpipe.
Landy describes the art bin as a ‘monument to creative failure’ but the only failure is his ability to have the imagination to do anything other than deconstruct art or in simple terms, put the rubbish out.
This is utter nonsense and he knows it.
As the artist was in residence I asked him what will happen to the art bin when it fills up to which he replied “it must be destroyed so it is no longer art and then we will attempt to recycle the material”
Christ, I wish someone would come in and throw him into his own bin and help him achieve what must be his ultimate aim, to destroy and recycle his own useless talentless persona, turned into furniture and preferably something I can sit on.
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