That being said....
|Martin Creed, Work No.200. Half the Air in A Given Room, 1998|
What I wouldn't do just for a day in London to you know, see the Hannah Hoch exhibition at Whitechapel Gallery before popping over to Southbank to see the Martin Creed survey at the Hayward. My Instagram feed is only feeding one thing at the moment - my insane jealousy.
I'm not sure how much I knew of Creed before I left for London and my MA but my first encounter with his work came courtesy of a school trip to Ikon Gallery in Birmingham, part of a bigger trip up through the North of England to the Liverpool Biennial. Even then I was struck by his gently surreal style of questioning the point of things with sculptures made from Blu Tack rolled and squashed to the wall or balls of scrunched paper afforded their own plinths. There was something both elegant and odd about these works, simplified expressions of banality and beauty, with a dash of frivolous humour thrown in to the mix too.
|Martin Creed, Work No.79, 1993|
|Martin Creed, Work No.1343, 2012|