Call me a Modernist if you like (and you would be right) but I find myself longing for serious sculpture, objects with some meaning as art rather than merely enlarged imitations of reality and objectifications of such sentiments as "I make art for people in general and humour is a good tool to allow people access to the idea, which of course is always bigger than the one-liner."
Once there was a time when oversized objects were the province of provincial towns, the product of people who knew nothing about art but knew what would bring the tourists in. Now, this sort of junk is made as art, because you cannot have anything shown in public which is elitist, avant-garde or too 'challenging'. Everywhere the landscape is blotted by huge things which are supposed to make us smile and make us think. Everywhere we must endure post-modern wit and relentless civic cheeriness, the municipal equivalent of garden gnomes. It all speaks to the people of course, because that is what artists like Mr Gentry and non-artists like Weta Workshop are all about: patting the little people on their heads.
She is cool in her studio, e-i addi, add-ee-o: