For as many years as I can remember, more than a decade, the announcement of the Turner Prize winner always left me non-plussed and shrieking in dread. Ugly, ugly, ugly, sensationist art. Crude, vulgar, common were some of the adjectives I've had happily appended to the award winning artworks.
So this year when I saw that the results were out, I cringed. I approached the article with dread and wonderment. With mouth open, I was surprised by the decision. It was Grayson Perry's collection of thought provoking vases. Vases, did the committee not deem them bourgeois? I think most of us had the Chapman brothers pegged as the winners for their sex dolls and Goyas.
Read Maev Kennedy's write up in the Guardian Online Just see the piccies ...back I go, lots to do..