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“Stirling!” he said.
I said, “What? You can’t be serious. But that is crap.”
“Au contraire, my currant bun,” he said. “That reaches the highest pinnacle of artistic expression.”
I looked again at the exhibit, corralled as it was within a cordon of red-baked bricks. Wisely, visitors kept a distance.
“And where,” I said, “will you stamp the hallmark on that pile of dung?”
64 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Hallmark
crispina kemp 
Haha! love it
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Thank you. It refers back to some very strange exhibits at the Tate in late 1970’s/early 1980’s
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You’re welcome! 👍🏼
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Cheers to this because you capture what commonly happens with modern art.
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And once did. Based upon truth 🙂
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🤣
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Thank you. I tried to keep it humorous
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Bit harsh. Dung can be very useful 😀
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I don’t disagree with that. But an artistic exhibit. And yet that was an exhibit at the Tate back in (1970s/1980s?)
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Oh I think I know which artist you mean. There’s been a few to be honest. And in more recent years, Chris Ofili used elephant dung in his sculptures that were exhibited at the Tate (2010?). He covered them in glitter. They looked quite beautiful.
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Didn’t know about that one. It was during my illness, when I didn’t know much about anything.
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Oh! So very well done!
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Thank you, Dale. It was one of those that just had to be!
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🙂
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Oh yes, the “but is it art?” question/argument. Nicely done, crispina.
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Thank you, Bill 🙂
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