sooooo.... i cannot fully express just how much i abhor a particular cliche of an artist that i've had the misfortune of dealing with. she was awarded the marcel duchamp award four years ago and showed at the pompidou. (all of that was part of the same deal, btw) good for her for making waves on her side of the pond, but i had no idea who she was and frankly, i wish i still had no idea who she was. and oh my lord, doing more research into her work just makes me want to vomit...to projectile vomit...all over the work. it could make for an improvement.
needless to say, i'm a little bit perturbed. i'm pretty sure i just strained my fucking shoulder sealing that godforsaken crate with her huge, crap ass, piece of shit she likes to call work inside. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr