I was at an exhibition of contemporary art at an art museum in Sydney. Primarily abstract paintings and some sculpture on show. I approached an item that was listed as a sculpture in the catalogue. However, all that was there was an empty plinth and a blank, white backing board with the catalogue number.
It was the first day of the exhibition and I presumed that particular item had been held up for some reason.
Before moving on to the next piece, I couldn't help but overhear two elderly ladies, who were standing in front of the empty plinth.
They were enthusiastically appraising the work as cutting-edge, avant-garde genius!!!
You have to be very careful what you say out loud in an art museum.
It later occurred to me that maybe the joke was on me. Maybe the empty plinth was the art work.