the Ecce mono is an interesting case. It was a disaster until thousands of people started making queues to have fun about it. At this point the former piece of art, tecnically competent but a little dull, gained an unique character and a totally different meaning, blending provocation, ineptitude and irony. This kind of change is, in itself, one of the definitions of art. Not much different to the Campbell's soup cans, the "artist's shit" of Manzoni, or the fountain of Duchamp

Honestly my favorite Jesus. I really want to see it!