|I'd be sad if my thumb was that shape too.|
|Damien Hirst's latest award-winning installation: "The Effervescent Tedium of a Calcified Pasty".|
That said, there's this one painting I saw years ago that I always really liked. It was of two people in formal dress dancing on a windy beach with a maid and a butler. It's called "The Singing Butler", and it's the most famous painting by Fife-born artist Jack Vettriano; prints of it adorning many a dentist's waiting room from here to whatever country without cheap shopping centre art shops happens to be closest.
|I - no, even I can't do this...|
So, while I was in Glasgow this weekend, I happened to be passing the Kelvingrove art gallery in the West End and who's work should happen to be on exhibit at the moment?
|Damien Hirst's "28 Reasons I Have A Fleeting Animosity Towards Cravats", of course.|
I had a look at some of the other reviews by various art critics and such about the exhibition and they all go on about his painting style and something about narrative and *groan* *spurt* so I thought I should probably say something about the paintings too, but I'm not really an artsy fartsy type; I don't know how to express what I feel when I look at a Vettriano.
|"-you should come visit some time; they've not had any sightings of Cthulhu for days."|
The mystery of the painting's subject mixed with the dated fashion and nostalgic setting just seems to strike a chord with me, making for a thoroughly intriguing picture, and I just realised I've managed nearly two paragraphs without trying to make a bad joke; art is bad for me. I need my sarcastic wordplay.
|Puns are the broccoli of the writing world.|
|Pictured: A piece of fine art and a Jack Vettriano book.|