Art I haven't seen any of the work of the new Turner Prize nominees, but I'm routing for Fiona Banner, both because she's from my neck of the woods, and because the other artists seem to lack definition. As you'll know I was always a fan of Georgina Starr's work and I can see some similarities here:
"Banner explores the seemingly limitless possibilities of language, yet at the same time demonstrates how words can often fail us, exposing our inability to convey internal thoughts, emotions and experiences. Since 1994, she has created handwritten and printed texts, which describe feature films or particular scenarios in meticulous detail. Since 2000, Banner has used pornographic film to explore sexuality and the extreme limits of written communication. In the works shown in the exhibition, she transcribes the activities taking place in Arsewoman in Wonderland, an X-rated version of Alice's fictional adventures."
Richard Blackwood and the cast of 'Babyfather' spluttered their way through that last title on the family show RI:SE this morning, risking the wrath of the ITC all the way. It may be the funniest thing I've heard all day.

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