We need our humour

I have just been to a gallery of modern art. The art was rivalled by the blurb, causing me to ask, who was this unnamed wordsmith who created a new form of obfuscation for us ordinary housewives to copy down in our diaries and laugh at later?

Here was one.

The art work was large scale, often black-on-black silk screened paintings using the words of Sol le Witt. They are entitled Black Dada.

This is what this hero of the English language penned:

Adam Pendleton in a conceptual, multi-disciplinary practice, shifts language, forms and images into an arena of artistic inquiry where cultural-political meanings - what is heritage, what is history, what is self-fashioned - are isolated and drawn into conversations.
This artist works to create a re-historicised present, one that upsets and unbalances comfortably subjective interpretations of history and culture.

In a room off Adam's great works you could see the work of Ergin Cavusogli, a Bulgarian artist, whose medium in this instance was the video. One was of a house on the outskirts of a town with mountains in the background and the sun slowing revealing itself on a somewhat murky day; a rather plump woman emerged onto the balcony, looked as though she was throwing up, and then went indoors again. More might have happened but my attention was drawn to the other video which was of a road and a train track at night. Occasionally a train or a car went past and the sound was tremendous (there was surround sound) just as though you were standing there. What an experience. I should say that I believe the road and rail were in America! So real you could have been there! Well, it was real!

Sadly, our wordsmith had lost his verve by now, worn out on Adam P so the words here were less striking and besides I was deafened by the train so I was unable to note them.

But what I say is give me more. More works and crucially more words juxtaposed to extract the full potential hilarity of this art. Well done boys!