The in-laws were coming to stay. We would take them to London’s newly opened Tate Modern contemporary art gallery. This would be something to talk about.
Arty mother-in-law would really appreciate creativity in the work. Father-in-law wasn’t arty, but really wanted to understand the exhibits.
First: A pile of bricks. Meaning? Interconnectedness? Mutual reliance?
Next: Urinal. Meaning? The pointlessness of life? Wasting away?
Next: Fire extinguisher. “In the end we’re all to be extinguished? Red to signify the Devil?... threatening to unleash trapped CO2 to destroy our environment?”
”No Bruce!... it’s just a fire extinguisher!”
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
This was a true story and has had us in stitches whenever we remember it!
Jamie Clapperton over 1 year ago
Could half see it comming but that was part of the fun.