If definitive proof was ever needed that an awful lot of modern art is intrinsically meaningless and woefully pathetic, it’s Tracy Emin’s unmade bed.
Hailed as a modern masterpiece by hordes of coffee drinking and sandal wearing philistines who only appreciate art that comes packaged with a pretentious sell and hefty price-tag, Emin’s “My Bed” has just fetched a cool $4 million at a London auction.
If you’re not familiar with Emin’s unmade bed, then you may just want to shine the light of modernity into the depths of your cultural poverty. But a word to the wise, Emin’s unmade bed is not really worth getting out of bed for.
Emin’s unmade bed is, as you can probably guess, an unmade bed. If the thought of that wasn’t provocative and groundbreaking enough, then get this: Emin’s bed is situated on a floor and surrounded by the discarded debris of any self-respecting modern gal.
You know the sort of thing, empty vodka bottle, cigarette butts, used condoms, and soiled knickers – the standard raw material of any serious modern artist.
When you see Tracy Emin’s unmade bed for yourself, in all its raging and heart-stopping glory, one can’t help wondering as one ponders on the meaning of life, that one is actually in the presence of an unmade bed.
“What does it all mean?” you ask.
“Pretty much nothing,” comes the response. But in the final analysis, Tracy Emin’s unmade bed proves that some people have a lot more money than sense or taste. An awful lot more.
With a guide price of between $16,000 and $2.4m, the unmade bed must have a firm mattress, because bidders were falling over one another to rest their head on it’s dirty white pillows, so to speak.
The unmade bed eventually sold for $4 million to an anonymous bidder, who perhaps didn’t want to reveal his or her name out of a deep sense of shame.
Head of post-war contemporary art at Christie’s, Francis Outred said “I think it will end up going to a very good place.”
Emin, who was a key member of the Young British Artist movement, was said to be grinning like a Cheshire cat after her unmade bed was sold. No doubt the 50-year-old thought she was still dreaming.