Leading on from the thread about the crack in the tate modern passing itself off as "art" his set my troubled mind thinking as to what constitutes this, and who says wether it is... or it isnt... One mans artwork, is another (more sensible) mans maintenance issue... Then i pondered further,..what would the Fuhrers rechts hand mann Heinrich Von Hart make of all this? would he approve? would he fly into an uncontrollable rage?.... who knows... What if? What if the tate opened a gallery for an exhibition called "G1098 art"... what would be in it? My personal entries would be as follows... shit on a plate, microwave it for 2 hours and call it "romantic view of Nienburg NAAFI" you'll coin it. Any other squaddie based "art" that could be inflicted on the chattering classes? a swamped mattress with a likeness to Che Guevara in the stains...entitled "the first of 19" A fully brimming turdis looking like a brown banana sundae, superheated to 8 zillion degrees, entitled "the smell of victory" 4 mismatched squares of carpet Held together with copius ammounts of harry black in an oddly sized chequerboard pattern entitled "singlies accomodation 1987" I await your entries for the exhibition.... what would you create?