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You approach the Timeless Mistake and notice it is a audio-sculptural installation, one of the most pretentious of all the cutting edge forms of so called art. You open the glass box that encases the work and assume the position. The walls of the box darken, cutting out the natural light, and two spotlights come on as the speakers cut in. Your eardrums are assaulted by a loud voice shouting the time as the spotlight focus on the sculpture in the corner. Struggling to concentrate over the noise you study the figure, it appears to be of a woman who has somehow been impaled on a hang-glider and is now weeping.
Bewildered, deafened but strangely excited you leave the box to try and think about quite what you’ve witnessed. It’s certainly the most visceral experience you’ve had in quite some time, but was it art? or even Art? And if it was did it represent the Indivisibility of Beauty, Man’s Inhumanity to Man or something else entirely?