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From: art reviews Category: Art Date: 07 December 2006 Time: 04:12 PM Review: I thought I'm going to be bored shitless by these rusty public art type sculpture. I loath the art of Anthony Caro for example. The early stuff didn't do much for me, the anti-war medals were ok in an old fashioned way. Then I arrived in the room with the ones on wheels. Wham, bang thankyou mam, I am having a transcendent art experience. Suddenly they are wondrous. Guston I think, cubism in space, cy twombly, childrens toys, wagons, tools cutting space. I like the signatures, which say fuck you, art is the personal expression of profound visual genius. There are the cubis metal boxes pile on top of each other, which are beautiful, better than koons, light, light-hearted, easy and beautiful therefore difficult. I don't know what the importance of this. I know it is better than the slides outside. I know that it seems a musty concept translated into words. I know that is is a great moment: to feel art. I know that it is sullied by its repetition, but not extinguished. I gush. But standing there late afternoon, marvelling at the marvellous, they are beautiful things.