You'll need at ask @Odious Turd about that. I swear to **** the only other people that I know that called it roasted cheese were 2 brothers from Kirkintilloch. They were prods so Trev probably won't know them.
As a public display, the work has scrambled plenty of commuters’ minds, but audiences have not always grasped the deeper messages. Phillipson laughs when she recalls seeing people comment on social media that it made them fancy eggs for breakfast. That is something she will have to deal with again in 2020, when her sculpture The End – a dollop of whipped cream topped with a cherry, a fly and a drone – will take its place on the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square. The cream was chosen, says Phillipson, because it is a luxury item that has the potential to collapse at any minute. It seems to speak directly to the political climate, not least because, despite everything, the cream stays standing. What a lot of pretentious ****e.
Glad to be of absolutely no help whatsoever yet again. I'm nothing if not.................................errr...............................something.
