You have convinced me quite thoroughly that you have not availed yourself much of what modern art has on offer.
If I am right, it would behoove you to not speak so surely of that which you do not know or care to understand.
If I am right, it would behoove you to not speak so surely of that which you do not know or care to understand.
Much as I love my friend, after the exposure I’ve had to modern art I have to agree that it is almost without exception meaningless trash.
Look, let’s just be real for a moment here. Take a step back and ask yourself what’s more likely: that (A) there really is something deep and mysterious about the banana-on-the-wall or (B) most actual artistry disappeared with the invention of photography and modern artists are LARPing, sustained by taxpayer handouts and the financial fumes of the money laundering and tax evasion that high end art is used for.
Modern art is a joke, and everyone including the artists know it.
I can tell you’re the kind of thoughtful serious guy who likes good, tasteful and neccesary things, and yet! You dislike bad, tasetless and unneeded things. I do too, and so does everyone else, on balance.
Ps: I feel obliged to remind you to not say the quiet part out loud. Not because the elephant in the room might trample you, but because at least one reader had to muster heroic amounts of good faith to not dismiss out of hand the substance of your post due to form. And even still, I could not abstain from this disclaimer.
Mind if I use them in my gallery's modern art exhibition?
If you do — touché; well played to you Sir!