Grayson Perry! I used to make things like this. I called them visual poems. I call a lot of my work visual poems, coming from a lit background, wondering when I will start looking at what I do as art maybe!
This has the preciousness of a well-traveled Russian antique. Glazed in golds, silvers and whites, Perry’s urn tells a Gothic tale of a child’s death in a gloomy small town. The image is timeless: it could be yesterday or eighty years ago; but almost certainly it has to be Eastern European – nowhere else could such horrific grief be met with such fairy-tale romanticism.
Credit: Robin Friend Grayson PerryWalthamstow, north-east London“When I was at college we all had our little chipboard cubicles that we worked in. Someone came up and went: ‘Oooh, you’ve got a meaty space!’ And I thought , yeah, I do like to have a busy space. I like the feeling that it’s got a density of in an armchair and listen to The Archers”
Grayson Perry: "I love fakes for they make us think about what it is we see in the authentic. About how much of our awe in front of a great historical artefact is in its inherent beauty and how much is to do with its auspicious provenance."