The Culture Show is an interesting cultural program on TV that we are able to watch online - unfortunately they don't have regular shows throughout the year. Culture doesn't cease to exist and evolve and this is a show that is truly informative! Yesterday we saw a show that was dedicated to the major summer exhibition at The Royal Academy of Arts in London. We will probably not have the opportunity to visit it but I will still offer some opinions on the basis of what we saw in the program, nicely commented upon by Alastair Sooke ( see video ). This summer's exhibition is the 243th and, therefore already an institution.
Anyone can participate in the exhibition and this year the jury had more than 1,200 works to plow through. It thus becomes a smorgasbord of many hundreds of works, and although it is notoriously difficult to enter, there are artists who have submitted their works for years on end. PJ Crooke is one of them - she has been accepted 12 times! Her art is reminiscent of Henri Rousseau and seems more meaningful than most other works that fought for wall space, at least at first glance. Her world is a fantasy world with dreamy elements that might encompass some symbolic meaning. Unfortunately, I found no work on the web. With the reservation that all art forms are likely to be represented in the exhibition, I am nonetheless pleased that this type of art has its place in the big picture. Most of what is exhibited is obviously only about being "clever" and not much else.
As far as I could see from the program, numerous pieces of art were nauseatingly bad and it seems the critics agree. One must wade through a lot of junk in order to find the gems. I did however feel that the works hailed by critics were noteworthy, innovative, and owned a certain aesthetic sense, yet one might have to look for deeper significance. Though I really appreciate exciting artistic ideas and innovation, I am deeply disappointed at how uninterested art connoisseurs seem to be in discussing life's deeper meaning.
The sculpture that won the Wollaston prize is a round silvery disc made of some kind of foam is casually leaning against the wall. Something that looks like rust and a bulging decoration on the surface occupies the upper right corner.