We're suited, some art gon' get booted.

We promised pictures a while back. We never got them, so you won't either. Unless you're the guy who wouldn't leave us alone for taking them when we bust some Marmite balls in Coventry about a month ago.

We also should blog more than once a month, but we could sit here and write stuff you're probably not going to read, or go away and make things you're probably never going to see. We're the hands on types so we've been working away, covering ourselves with a thin even layer of fibreglass, inside and out, and in doing so made some pretty neat stuff.

This stuff, we plan to take down south for the next leg of Marmite Prize 2010/11. It's the judging ceremony, so in an opportunity to burn any potential bridges we might ever have with Bill Woodrow and Marcus Harvey, we're off to detect at the prize giving ceremony. Bill donated the trophy, which we're going to certificate also, but we're most excited about Marcus, he's judging (alongside others). Now, we're not just judging art, we're judging judging.


The Nunnery, Bow. Thursday. 6.30. Be there.

Marmite.

After somewhat of a mid-Art-Detection-Services-life crisis, we're back to the blog with a fresh sense of purpose and direction. We'd never intended this blog become a review-review-review thing, more a highlight of our whereabouts and whatwe'reuptos, but since more often than not we're out looking at art, it so happened that it fell down the review path. It was also the case that writing about what we'd been upto after a day slogging away in the studio until the early hours perfecting our tech, a simple 144 character tweet fit the mood better than writing an actual blog post. That, or we just haven't been upto a lot. We don't get about much, because we're a bit of a liability.

Next week however, things are different. The kind folk at The Marmite Prize for Painting understand our invaluable work, and at their at Lanchester Gallery Projects leg of the Marmite tour we'll be scanning and certificating all the work in the show for them to ensure that everything is upto scratch. Without our presence, it'd promise to be an absolutely shit'ot piece of exhibition ass, but we can pretty safely guarantee that we'll add something to the night. Come find out what, you know you want to.

Bill Woodrow, Hammerhead (2010)

(This years marmite prize)

Standard Private View opening conditions apply. Essentially, get there for 6ish and have a drink. Details are on their website which can be found hidden behind the word here.

We'll see you there.

Somehow we missed this.

Last year at the end of March, we were checking out all the funky things going on in the art world and somehow managed to miss this.

It's a performance piece called Interior Semiotics by Natacha Stolz aka Gabbi Colette. And it is shit. Absolutely shit.

We felt so strongly about how shit it is, we felt the immediate need to blog about its shittiness.

We advise that if you object to an imbecile fumbling to open a can of somethingorother for around 2 minutes, then rubbing it into and onto herself, cutting open her jeans, rubbing/ramming it into her vagina, producing a disgusting brown liquidy residue in doing so, and then some fucking idiots applauding, that this video is not for you. In fact, if you've the power of sight, hearing, or any senses whatsoever, this video is not for you. Even if you have no senses, nor sense, nor arms, legs, spine nor brain that this video is not for you.

Natacha Stolz aka Cabbi Colette, you are a fucking idiot.

Happy New Year, arts fans!