"so many questions"

This time, she has placed a mannequin on a lavatory next to two supermarket check-out counters. Four horse-shoes and bits of discarded wood dangle from wires attached to the mannequin's head. They appear to bear no relevance to the check-out counters on which the artist has arranged bowls and spoons, as well as empty jars with the remnants of food. Scattered across the floor are piles of tiles and broken pottery in a plastic bag.

Sophie O'Brien, one of three Turner Prize curators, saw deep meaning in the installation, explaining that the artist was “searching out the language of objects - things we overlook in our daily life” - and making us look at them with “fresh eyes”. She claimed that the artist had placed each found object with extreme precision.

Her colleague, Judith Nesbitt, the Tate's chief curator, added: “It's as if the narrative has been stripped away. You're left trying to make sense of the objects to each other and to ourselves.”

She applauded the artist for prompting “so many questions” from the viewer.

Times of London, regarding a new exhibit at the Tate for the artists nominated for this year's Turner Prize.

Somehow I suspect that JMW Turner might not be in accordance with the curators had it been possible to give him a voice in choosing the recipient of the prize named for him.

That whirring sound you hear coming from a certain crypt at St. Paul's Cathedral?

You guessed it, Turner, turning in his grave.

(note, while I still think Marcel Duchamp was one of the premier artists of the 20th century, and his Fountain one of the seminal works, that was then and groundbreaking, this is now, and this kind of crap has become tedious and conventional)