Left Hand, Right Hand

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We promise not to mention the Turner Prize ever again. With any luck, euthanasia ill soon be applied to what is clearly a very sick patient: the Turner Prize has been moribund for years. Finally, this time, even the national press appears to have despaired and its otherwise gallant troopers, the several art critics who have become accustomed to just reprinting the press release or repeating the jargon of a 'curator of interpretation', have decided to criticize the quality of what is on offer. This long drawnout exercise in pseudo-competition, complete with a pretence of public nominations, has done good service. Not in the cause of art, but in public relations, promoting to …