Jimmy Cauty

I love James' riots in jars. He is a fine example of an artist the mainstream will never fully admit. His gift with Bill Drummond to Rachel Whiteread for producing the worst body of work that year of twice the prize she also won for producing House, one of her OCD repetitive negative space pieces was seen as some cheap attack on the highly conservative Turner Prize. Whilst I am glad the Turner Prize takes place as it draws many in to art that otherwise wouldnt bother checking out, it also appears, from the outside as hugely pompous. Occassionall a good artist gets through though many, many very poor artists slip in, unable to communicate without vast text that when read is often amongst the worst journalism, indeed writing to be found anywhere. Cautys' show is readable by all. His work, frequentley ridiculed carries more meening, more thought triggers than a huge body of backslappers that have carved out a turf that foolish buyers and collectors are misguidedly purchasing in an embarrassing search for kudos. I don't think Cautys jars are the best art this year by a long stretch but why is competition applied to art at all? it isn't maths, you can not get it wrong. What these small works are is an offering of relevence, his gift to us to show where he is at now, how he is thinking. Good on you Jimmy, you have brightened up my life many times when 'art' was questioning itself about what it was rather than just getting on with it.