PROTIP: Tracey Emin is a Professor at the Royal Academy. It's art that a lot of the art world considers "good art".
This Emin person has gained tons of attention by displays so ridiculous that people thought they must be brilliant since no one had thought of doing something so utterly devoid of talent before.
From the Wikipedia article:
"In 1999 she was a Turner Prize nominee and exhibited My Bed — an installation, consisting of her own unmade dirty bed with used condoms and blood-stained underwear."
And engineers are supposed to be the scruffy, smelly disgusting masses of humanity.
The scene represented a point of serious depression (contemplating suicide) and realisation/rebirth for the artist. Some might see it and think of dirty engineers or needing to clean up. Others might see that a bed can be a site for pleasure, pain, love, resentment, physical activity, rest, birth and death.
Each to their own. Some may see weeds growing in cracks on the side of the road and think it looks messy and needs poison. I always see the evolution of life, incredible ways that dog-eat-dog life in a godless world can see some measure of success against the odds and think about how a weed may be different to different people. (Then I poison it.)
"The name 'Stuckism' was coined in January 1999 by Charles Thomson in response to a poem read to him several times by Billy Childish. In it, Childish recites that his former girlfriend, Tracey Emin had said he was 'stuck! stuck! stuck!' with his art, poetry and music."
This Emin person has gained tons of attention by displays so ridiculous that people thought they must be brilliant since no one had thought of doing something so utterly devoid of talent before.
From the Wikipedia article:
"In 1999 she was a Turner Prize nominee and exhibited My Bed — an installation, consisting of her own unmade dirty bed with used condoms and blood-stained underwear."
And engineers are supposed to be the scruffy, smelly disgusting masses of humanity.