Is it fair to use contemporary standards to judge a man who died 116 years ago?
Albert Oehlen has been a wild spirit from first to last.
Hirst has been an erratic artist from the beginning, just as likely to fail as to succeed.
Can the enduring presence of such monuments among us still have the power to reinforce deep-rooted prejudices, by the very fact that they have simply not gone away?
Is there something self-aggrandizing about Gormley’s career-long obsession with making casts of his own body?
Blake was received by his contemporaries as either extremely odd or completely mad or perhaps both.