The Chapman Brothers’ hideous mannequins, Hirst’s dead shark and mother and calf chopped in half, Tracey Emin’s dirty bed, Hirst’s jewelled skull, Rachel Whiteread’s inner space turned into concrete.  Is this the death of beauty?  If not that certainly a ghastly gaping wound.  And what does it tell us about ourselves?


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