“There are many, many Shrigleys out there; some of them are mutants – others are not wholly viable, still more may be necessary in their own strange way, but there is only one essential Shrigley.”
The David Shrigley is about to not be our little secret anymore. As if he ever was. February 1, 2012 marks his first major retrospective, and it’s at Hayward Gallery in London, featuring an exhaustive array of drawings, photographs, sculpture, animation, paintings and “surprising interventions.” His most indelible canvas? Us:
Shrigley’s work is so popular (and so all over us) because it just, like, makes sense. It makes sense of the shit flying all around us. Sense of the dead animal in the road. Sense of the the creep staring at you from his window.
And, as he tries to make sense of WTF we’re doing here, he makes us laugh. At ourselves, at our art, and at our need to make more sense than the next guy.
This puts it best.