I don’t like conceptual art; stuff like Tracey Emin’s bed and Martin Creed’s empty room leaves me cold.  I can kind of see the point… It can be kind of clever, in a half-hearted way – earning a slightly raised eyebrow of amusement, or acknowledgement that something expresses a mildly interesting concept, but I can never really summon up any enthusiasm, or feel that these ill-defined concepts are things that deserve to be put into words, and galleries, and stared at and bought and sold for millions.… Read more