I was just reading an interview with David Shrigley this...
I was just reading an interview with David Shrigley this morning, and he talked about an installation piece that would involve a gift shop in the middle of his own exhibit. All the change from the cash register would be removed and placed in a hot plate. Whenever people would buy something, the change would be flicked at them. “Too dangerous!” said the museum. Which, yeah. Maybe. Shrigley said what would be cool is you could take all the change that would be left on the ground and contribute it to charity.
That’s “WRITE POEMS” in my mind. A storefront sign. From what I can see in this photo, it looks like this exhibit is going to lead you into the elevator. “Going up!” say the spectacular poets. “Going down!” say the morose poets. And then POETRY! Or POEMS. No exclamation point for David Shrigley, because he’s just a little more understated. Maybe David Shrigley is like purgatory, where all you can eat is laffy taffy all eternity long.
David Shrigley: life and life drawing
