AHEM. Can you tell I can speak "art talk?" My daughter graduated from an art college and I went to a LOT of exhibits. My current theory on contemporary art is that you can put anything out there, as long as you have a BS explanation of the meaning of the piece.
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And there, at last, it was! No more realism, no more representational objects, no more lines, colors, forms, and contours, no more pigments, no more brushstrokes, no more evocations, no more frames, walls, galleries, museums, no more gnawing at the tortured face of the god Flatness, no more audience required, just a “receiver” that may or may not be a person or may or may not be there at all, no more ego projected, just “the artist,” in the third person, who may be anyone or no one at all, for nothing is demanded of him, nothing at all, not even existence, for that got lost in the subjunctive mode -- and in that moment of absolutely dispassionate abdication, of insouciant withering away, Art made its final flight, climbed higher and higher in an ever-decreasing tighter-turning spiral until, with one last erg of freedom, one last dendritic synapse, it disappeared up its own fundamental aperture . . . and came out the other side as Art Theory! . . . Art Theory pure and simple, words on a page, literature undefiled by vision, flat, flatter, Flattest, a vision invisible, even ineffable, as ineffable as the Angels and the Universal Souls.-- Tom Wolfe, The Painted Word.
I guess she just BS'ed a different line for the Micks . . .
(Don't bite me - I'm part Irish and I married a boy who's third-generation immigrant!)
Nothing new there. Some 25 years ago or so, my wife was in a class where students could hold an "art happening," in lieu of a term paper of final exam. She and some friends put together some b.s. that they knew was b.s. -- and the professor just kvelled over it.