…the most important thing I learned from art college – apart from the fact that certain fashions are better suited to the Left Bank than South Bank – is that the fuel on which it runs is a kind of delusional arrogance. It’s the belief that both the world and people’s perceptions need to be changed, and the best way to do it is through nonsense art, nonsense words, and nonsense clothes. Twenty years ago, my middle-class peers – all white – were heavily into dreadlocks. One sculptor spent three years just melding random pieces of metal to each other. Three years.
The problem for art colleges is that genuine talent is very, very rare. And while some students accept that they’ll never be the next Francis Bacon, the majority – blindly encouraged by their tutors, despite their complete lack of talent – genuinely believe they have what it takes. Imagine your normal teen, locked away in his bedroom, railing at a world that doesn’t understand him. Now stir in the fact that the world also doesn’t understand his brick with an egg on it – entitled Love, Effort And Disappointment – and the result is a genuinely bonkers specimen.
Read the full article by Christian Adams in The Telegraph HERE.