Fine Art Review Team - "Hey Sierra, Get your shit together and get your zipper up". If only, but noooo this pooo's for you. This is fine art and high culture far beyond the tearful eye of the common man.
Once again the snooty art world treads into the world of excrement as art, they just can't seem to get enough of it.
Gilbert and George's large turd prints, or Chris Ofili's Virgin Mary with dung balls, to name but a few have all received marvellous press attention from caca art not to mention allot of money.
Psychologist Dr Lou Flushing has made it his life long study of understanding the primordial game played by babies who can get a fist into their diapers. "This I believe is the secret urge in all of us to reach into the toilet and squish and smear our shit, screaming "WHY AM I HERE, AND GOD WHY I"M I AN ARTIST?" (Cuz you got shit fo' brains mate!)
This all began with Manzoni in 1969 with the artist creating 90 numbered cans of his own excrement, some of which sold recently at Sotheby's tin number 083 sold for 70,000 pounds.
And why not urine, vomit, or phlegm or even just plain ole' lypo suctioned fat. Sierra who is showing at the Lisson Gallery in London, points out that the shit in this show is really good stuff, collected by slum dog millionaires on the rocky beaches of Malabar Point in Bombay. The work was treacherous as local boys had to fight turd eating crows in order to collect the necessary material for the artist vision.
In an odd turn of events, more shit was recently found in Doris Salcedo's Crack at the Tate, along with remnants of toilet paper. It seems people are living in it's deepest recesses or artists are busy making the art of tomorrow. Santiago has recently received an honorary membership to the British Toilet Association.