What he sees is that representation is necessarily false. And this, Gavin’s work suggests, is about as near to any kind of Nirvana he, or anyone else for that matter, is able to get. And yet… and yet, there is that niggling, parasitical “probably”. Here, it is not his own death that Turk enacts but that of revolutionary icons, Che Guevara and David’s Marat.
The adults, in this case, made monster fools of themselves. Of The Union Jack taken from The Sun, the artist is here to save the world as both war hero and advocate for peace. In https://www.pancakemeow.com/, punk is a wax work museum-ified in a glass vitrine; impotent, dead, useless. Just caught up with this album nearly 20 years after its release. Back in the late 80’s early 90’s U2 were my favourite band. Caught me completely by surprise and I wasn’t too sure about it.… Read More