I’m going to begin by saying that I think Cornelia Parker, whose work is surveyed at Tate Britain in London until October this year, is, in my opinion, the nation’s greatest living artist. That’s a big thing to say, but if the work I saw is anything to go by I am confident in making that statement.
As I walked around the displays – looking, thinking, listening, watching – I found myself looking for errors or shortcomings and not only found none, but only discovered really clever, profoundly fascinating, humorous, inventive and challenging art.
Tate Britain doesn’t describe her as a sculptor, film-maker or print-maker, or even an artist actually. The exhibition guide describes her as ‘widely celebrated’ and she is well known, but not like David Hockney is. I’m…