We were invited to Lincoln Universities end of year exhibition of work a few years ago, rooms of work done by the various faculties of art, some of the sculptures were excellent and the jewellery was really good but the room with Art Installations was risible, a sizable work of hay bales arranged in a spiral and section of plaster-board with a hammer stuck in it with some hazard tape across it were memorable in a, you have got to be kidding kind of way.
We, (my partner and I) listened to some guy who was clearly one of the tutors, explaining conceptually why a frame made of plastic guttering with a photo of a river in it had exited him, my partner saw me glancing towards the hammer, took my hand and led me to the fire door where we stood discussing how its bold use of nature’s warning colour, belied the underlying comfort of its form in a dangerous situation, although we clashed on whether its opening redness in perilous circumstance was a yearning for a return to the womb.