Seriously. Is somebody laughing equally at the people who believe the bollocks they spout to justify why something is art, and the people like me who get wound up by it? Give out a £25k prize each year and piss yourself laughing as people agree that a screwed up piece of paper makes some kind of profound statement.
"While there are ideas about psychological and emotional developmental processes held within the sculptures I make, the things themselves are actual physical explorations into thinking, feeling, communicating and relating. They are parts of an ongoing learning, or search for understanding, through a material experience that has been prioritised over language". The finished work has a looseness and messiness that is allowed to exist within an overall attempt at simplicity, purity, cleanness or smoothness. The sculptures are rooted in Psychoanalysis and Feminism; in theories about the violent and sexual underpinnings of both individual mental mess, as in neuroses and psychosis, and the formlessness of specific points in art history, i. e. German and Abstract Expressionism, Viennese Actionism, Land Art, Anti-form and Feminist Performance.
Then look at this picture:
Apparently the text is describing that exhibit. Which I think is hilarious.
When does a pile of crap stop being a pile of crap and start being art?
When you can convince somebody that it is.