X is for Art
Finally Polling Day has arrived. It is an election where lying appears to be de rigeur with the leader of the Conservative Party repeatedly called out for it and 88% of its Facebook adverts judged to be erroneous. Purely for the sake of my sanity, I confess that I have tried to ignore, so far as possible, the ongoing hype over the political debate. However, when Fridgegate, Floorgate and Punchgate dominate the airwaves, it is difficult not to get drawn into the unreality of knowing that I have a big decision to make with the fate of the country hardly resting on my solitary X on a ballot paper in a safe Conservative seat.
With responsibility comes the need to consider and reflect (some might call it dithering). Even if all of those Labour ads have been regarded as essentially true, what about the rest of the noise?
Yesterday I sought solace in art with a longstanding friend. We visited an exhibition entitled Slow Art in Leeds Art Gallery where pausing and taking our time, the content of the pictures gradually revealed themselves. Then we moved on to The Tetley where we experienced Untitled, a complex mix of old and new work including copies and forgeries as well as unintended relations that we sought to untangle.