There was an exhibition called ‘light show’ with the usual art-wank installations that show (and I quote) “how light works have facilitated the transition from object to environment in expanding experiences of space and vision”.  Yeah, right.

To illustrate one such:

This, called ‘untitled’ (for goodness sake!) is made up of a lot of fluorescent tubes in a diamond pattern.  So what, you may say?  Well, folks, it ain’t just a load of tubes, it’s….

“While the cross-hatching and chevron motifs created from the lights may appear as Western minimalism, for Jones they refer to the traditional Aboriginal concerns of country and community – their designs being based upon the carved patterning of Koori (south-eastern Aboriginal) shields and the markings on possum-skin cloaks.”

… a load of baloney.

I just don’t get this sort of thing.  It seems to me that these artists have a singular lack of imagination and/or ability and try to hide behind pretentious words to infer that what they have done has some significance.  Some of the art in the gallery was good, clever and interesting.  But there was a lot of the ‘untitled’ genre.

Personally I prefer representational art of three hundred years ago: