Art Today

Reading the Times yesterday I was forlorn to hear that Tony Hart, the man who everyone remember as instilling the artist in each of us as a young child is no longer able to draw, having suffered a series of strokes.

I remembered the innocence of his programme, and how much I used to look forward to Morph, his little plasticine friend coming on the screen. His use of cheap art materials such as lentils and rice meant his art was accessible to all, so 'credit crunch' friendly. His drawings are of a stark contrast to the final Turner Prize exhibits.

I wonder what he would make of a woman alone on a toilet bowl with some porridge at her feet. I rather like Cathy Wilkes' work, a frantic woman in a mess, all very Tracy Emin, but it makes me feel like I'm less of a mess myself. I'm dressed at least.