‘With any prestigious area of expertise there is a certain stench of seriousness. a critique’s elevated sensibilities make them take themselves to seriously. I have this image in my head whenever I enter a gallery and stare for way to long at one abstract piece, that the artist is snickering behind me and saying “look at that, I presented them a canvas completely covered in white paint and they pretend to understand it.” I can respect the effort and the concept but sometimes you just have to laugh. don’t be afraid to look at art in it’s simplest form and call an artist’s bluff. “no bullshit” is more the commoners guide to art; a broken chair is still a broken chair whether it is in a gallery or your living room. look at these pieces with a critical eye, maybe what is presented to you is what it is or maybe it is supposed to mean something more. just maybe.’

'It could be said that Picasso didn’t have his blue period because it was a time of social depravity and depression. Blue paint was cheaper than red paint. Simple. The colours only reflected the mood the pieces created because the viewer wanted it too. There is a fear of simplicity in art. Taking something at face value is unprecedented and we are always searching for something more. Somehow there is a belief that a longer more complex explanation for something adds meaning and substance to our banal lives. as students in the art world who are constantly asked to define our pieces, you come to be familiar with the term “bullshit”, what we thought was a simple object is no longer just that. we believe that if we look at something as simple as a white box we can explain the injustices of the world and the divide between races, gender inequality and human sacrifice. Maybe it is just a fucking box. In a way this series is mocking the artistic world, in a way it is describing the relationship between what we see and what we describe, in a way it is looking at Marcel Duchamp’s urinal piece and saying “bullshit.'