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Damien Hirst, eh? What a card! The conceptual artist (to the rest of us a conceptual artist is an artist who can’t draw) showed us the meaning of the word ephemera in an exhibiton entitled In and Out of Love earlier this year. I just read about it somewhere.
Now, if you thought ephemera were postcards, and bits of paper, and stuff, they’re not just that. Even though he doesn’t use the word, Damien showed us the ephemeral nature of nine thousand butterflies by having them flap round an art gallery till they became exhausted and died. A sort of latter-day Aztec sacrificial indulgence modified so as not to offend contemporary sensibilites, I suppose. Besides, even if the Tate did allow human sacrifice, you can’t get hold of enough willing virgins these days. Read more
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