Nowadays it is not unknown for someone not well-versed in the art of ketchup-based artistry to produce significant works of great artistic merit through the accidental spillage of their ketchup – or – even on occasions – their brown sauce.
For example, the art world was shocked, astounded and then quite aroused recently when Trilby Dropkick, a former clerical worker from Droitwich exhibited her Breakfast No. VII at the prestigious Condescension gallery. This revolutionary art work consisted of the standard sausage, bacon and beans, but also with the rarely seen – certainly in London metropolitan exhibition breakfasts - black pudding, all with their individual blob of ketchup placed in the exact geometrical centre of each individual foodstuff item.
Not since Splurge Dollop, first exhibited his Thatcherite-Tyranny Bacon Sandwich Hegemony back in the late 80s had the London art world seen such daring use of tomato ketchup. Of course, Dollop’s later works, featuring balsamic vinegar and some of the more exotic salad oils, were regarded by most critics as evidence of Dollop selling out to the art – if not the catering - establishment. Ever since then, the London art world has been looking for a new darling. It now seems Dropkick came along at just the right time. However, it remains to be seen if she can keep up with these first inspired ideas, especially come the inevitable time when her ketchup bottle runs out.
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