Then
again, there are a few things I could leave behind. Woman
at the Joan
Miró Foundation in Barcelona sticks in my mind
– a green wooden box with a bowl on the side to
represent genitalia and an egg on top to represent the
feminine. (A weird headphone commentary read by Carole
Boyd – Lynda Snell in The Archers – hardly
helped.) And a couple of years ago I found myself at a
charity auction held at the Groucho Club in London. A
human skull (plastic as it turned out) was displayed,
splattered in paint. ”Damien
Hirst”, said the auctioneer. “Shall we
start at £10,000?”
But who knows, I may even slip a little something under
my arm on my forthcoming Open House visits. I’m
looking forward to them.
Speaking of sculpture, I hear a statue of Max Miller has
been unveiled on New Road. I must pop along and see it.
He’d be pleased to think someone was about to lose
their virginity.
