This week sees one of the most eagerly awaited annual awards for contemporary art and what’s even better The Turner Prize too.
The Turner Prize of course is one of the worlds most vaunted awards for contemporary art. The Turner prize has been running since 1984 and shockingly is named in honour of perhaps the finest artist in British history, JMW Turner. Whilst Turner liked nothing better than upsetting the establishment and his fellow artists, he did undeniably have one of the greatest portfolios of paintings in the entire 19th Century.
Winners and indeed losers of the Turner prize have long baffled, angered the general public as much as they have relevancy in recent years. Increasingly the awards have been seen as something of a monumental joke, in fact almost one worthy for entry into its own artistic awards.
I like to think I’m a fan of the arts. I go to museums, I visit galleries, attend theatres, walk round palaces and cathedrals, listen to a wide variety of music and many of my favourite TV shows and movies aren’t even in English.
Still, I do find some modern art to be something of a mystery. Some of I admittedly don’t understand, some that I do understand I just don’t appreciate and most of it I just don’t like. The Turner Prize epitomises this and here are some winners.
Many of these exhibits take a great deal of time and money to create. I know, that’s what I thought too!
Inspired by their artistic brilliance, I thought I would have a go myself. I do hope you enjoy them and will nominate me for the £25,000 prize for 2016.
I’d like to title the above classic, the house of the dead. A serial killer has left his suspicious boots behind to taunt police along with a collection of umbrellas and girls boots kept as trophies. Alternatively, I had a guided tour to Stonehenge yesterday and it was too muddy for ordinary shoes, and our Airbnb guests came to London prepared for the worse weather with umbrellas and fur lined boots.
It’s not just myself of course who lampoons The Turner Prize. For the last decade or so The Turner Prize has been running. Originally started up in a pub in the county of Somerset, it has now been attracting entrants from around the world. Based upon the supposition “We know its rubbish but is it art?” many fail to win the prize of a turnip nailed to a block of wood because their artwork shows signs of “Too much effort” or “not being sh!t enough”.
Still I much prefer the Turnip Prize, the artists are not at all pretentious, most of them cost next to no money at all, many show a sense of humour and I can understand the meaning behind every one of them. Below are some of the entrants to the 2015 Turnip Award, I’m sure you’ll agree they are awful and yet so much more worthy than that messy bed.
The above photos are courtesy of Trevor Prideaux who organises the annual Turnip Prize. I’d like to offer my own little sneak entry I’m considering to send in to the 2016 competition.
I didn’t take a great deal of time over this to be honest. I went on holiday, bought a giant goats cheese and have since eaten slices of it. Now it looks like it will eat me.
I hope you enjoyed the artwork. Do you prefer Turner Prize Art or Turnip Prize Art and most importantly of all, is mine worse… I mean better than the others?