Most people, I think, have heard of the Turner Prize. They will know it is for modern art, that it is both prestigious and at the same time held in contempt. This year’s winner is about to be revealed as I tap away at the keys.
I am watching accidentally, partly out of interest, but as much to see if the entrants make any sense to me, and also to see the level of controversy that is likely to arise.
Modern art is not what floats either Ann’s or my boat, but we also have a look-in when we get the chance. It does make us think. And there is always somethings that delights and surprises.
The two-fold reputation of the Turner Prize, and Modern Art itself, is not surprising – it is designed to have an effect, and to change the way art is seen/experienced, so seeks deliberately to be nihilistic. It may bring light and hope, but that is not necessarily one if its essential aims, or even to be aesthetically pleasing.
However, I do think that how we see things does need challenging. It is what Jesus did, to point us to the living truth – and he still does. But the living truth is self-evident, it makes perfect spiritual sense to those who are willing to receive it, and it speaks grace. Art that does that is truly inspired.
The Turner Prize may – but I would guess that is a long shot…