A friend texted me the other day with a spare ticket for Dismal Land, if you don’t know what it is see the link.
I had planned to spend the day writing but after a bit of indecision I agreed to go. I had been to a Banksy exhibition four years ago and quite enjoyed it, what did I have to lose I thought? It turns out my sanity, ok that a bit over the top.
I had a very pleasant ride down there catching up with said friend. When we had got there I should have guessed something was up, after a thankfully quick moving queue I was asked some rather strange questions by fake security guards in cardboard hats. We made it into Dismal Land and well it was very dismal. All the employees wore Micky Mouse ears and had enforced depressed looks. All the exhibits were just well depressing. From the Cinderella’s crashed coach to the bodies of the dead immigrants floating in the water.
What I found very strange was the number of families with small children there, do their parents really want them to think life is like that? There was even a small girl in a Disney dress, was this irony? Can you be ironic at 4? I was worried they would be scarred for life.
I don’t hate all modern art, I like some of it although it has be said I like my art to make me feel better. I can cope with challenging ideas but this was like being hit over the head with a sledge hammer. There have been rave reviews and there were lot of people there looking like they were enjoying themselves including my friend. Maybe I will have to face facts I have become what I always fear to be a philistine. I will leave you with one of my favourite paining I got to see on a recent trip to London.