Why does so much Contemporary Art seem so un-necessary?
After a three day museum trip to Melbourne and having seen lots of "installation work" in various venues this question nags at my very insides. I know I could be crucified raising the issue but it keeps coming back every time I enter cavernous spaces but leave feeling so under-welmed. Is it just me, or do others also crave an experience which just might leave me with a sense of poetic awe?
But after saying all this, I admit there were surprises, one of which by the painter and ceramist Angela Brennan of Melbourne.