Larry: What were you so sad about?
Larry: What’s that then?
Alice: You want to talk about art?
Larry: I know it’s vulgar to discuss the work at the opening of the work, but somebody’s gotta do it. I’m serious. What do you think?
Alice: It’s a lie. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful ‘cause that’s what they want to see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone, but the pictures make the world seem beautiful. So the exhibition’s reassuring, which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.
Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”
“Southbank Centre’s Book Market is one of London’s best kept secrets. Tucked under the Waterloo Bridge on Queen’s Walk, it’s one of the only outdoor second-hand and antique book markets in southern England. It’s open daily, rain or shine, with a wide selection of paperbacks and hardcover to choose from.”
– What do you think it’s like?
– I think… everybody gets their own white horse and all they do is ride them and eat marshmallows all day. And everybody’s best friends with everybody else. When you play sports, there’s no teams, so nobody gets picked last.
– But what if you’re afraid to ride horses?
– Doesn’t matter ‘cause they’re not regular horses. They’ve got wings. And it’s no big deal if you fall ‘cause you’ll just land in a cloud.