Stuck in a dark room.
With a painful cry;
No echo
A beating heart-
Muted.
In a silent hole,
An anguished being.
Dies.
The consequences of a wavering mind.
Happiness fluxes
As a wisp of thin air,
And waving hands eagerly try;
Yet there's nothing.
Perpetually bleached.
Bare.
David Shrigley is quite literally asking for money for old rope (£1
million, to be precise)
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The Turner Prize-nominated artist has filled a London gallery with ten
tonnes of discarded rope, priced at £1 million, slyly questioning the
arbitrariness ...
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