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Don't you find that art enriches your life?

Well, depends on the art.

A crucifix in a jar of urine is not art.

I know that my life would be so much poorer without art.

Again, depends on the art.

But what does the bones of some long dead woman have to do with art?

Shall we raise a hullaballo over the discovery of a leaf from the tree that was used to build a priceless Stradivarius violin?

The art is the music that emanates from the violin...not the composition of the materials that was used to make the violin.

The art is in the faultless construction of the violin that enables the player to become an artist in his rendering of the music therefrom, not the sawdust created from the cutting of the wood.

When I look at the Mona Lisa, I marvel at the technique used by Da Vinci to render such images, particularly during the time period in which he painted.

What do the damn bones of the woman that may have been the subject of the artist' rendering have to do with anything artistic?

But to answer your initial inquiry...yes, art does enrich my life, but not because some curator or critic or some artsy-fartsy pansy declares it as such.

I prefer to form my own opinions on art

Those opinions do not always follow the mainstream.

I'm just an old curmudgeon with a very discerning eye for art.

But, I suppose such moldy old bones hold an appeal for someone, so, I can only state:

To each his own.