A guy takes a car engine, puts it in an art gallery, runs it continuously. Why? So that a cactus nearby can thrive.
The same guy takes a shed, dismantles it, builds a boat out of it, sails down a river, and then rebuilds the shed.
He takes a replica of a sculpture, throws it into a lake, and then takes it out six months later.
That, my friends, is art.
The guy’s name is Simon Starling, and he just won the Turner Prize for excellance in art, or something.
Eric Muller has more. He doesn’t get it either. Neither do many Brits.