Another piece is a collection of seemingly everyday objects which gain new meaning and new value when you read the text next to each one – the framed record is like any other, until you learn its former owner was Adolf Hitler, the framed feather is like a million other feathers, until you learn it came from a pillow belonging to Sigmund Freud. There are some interesting objects without this kind of provenance if you’re unimpressed by Hitler’s music collection. A little pile of metal shavings looked like something you’d sweep up and throw away but turn out to what’s left over when text is engraved onto metal. I found the idea of the negative of words very charming.
I wasn’t loving the video installation though, a loop of a 5 second clip of a shed-like building with a non-corresponding soundtrack of something rather like scraping metal. I’m not a video installation fan. I always pre-judge them, sometimes unfairly, as pretentious and try-hard and not requiring any artistic talent to produce.
And then we poked round the gift shop (which I love) and went to the pub for drinks and fish finger sandwiches (which I also love).