I’m going to begin by saying that I think Cornelia Parker, whose work is surveyed at Tate Britain in London until October this year, is, in my opinion, the nation’s greatest living artist. That’s a big thing to say, but if the work I saw is anything to go by I am confident in making that statement.
As I walked around the displays – looking, thinking, listening, watching – I found myself looking for errors or shortcomings and not only found none, but only discovered really clever, profoundly fascinating, humorous, inventive and challenging art.
Tate Britain doesn’t describe her as a sculptor, film-maker or print-maker, or even an artist actually. The exhibition guide describes her as ‘widely celebrated’ and she is well known, but not like David Hockney is. I’m struggling to think of another living British artist who quite compares. Gillian Wearing has worked across a variety of forms, but tends to
