The Tate gallery's Turner Prize is always a bit of a giggle, isn't it? Invariably, the entrants are the subject of: ridicule, fame, wealth, adulation and finally grudging respect (let's auction off an old Tracey Emin for our school shall we, now that she's A Nartist? Oh! now she's bunged us some cash, sweet!).
This year's crop is a bit serious. Official site here, announcing shortlist, and Grauniad commentage, plus photos.
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