I’ve always had a fairly tenuous relationship with visual art. I don’t know much about it, I have pretty specific tastes, and I think a lot of it is complete horseshit. Specifically, abstract and conceptual art is often horseshit. I’m not saying all of it is bad, but I’ve seen a lot of examples of horseshit in the few exhibits I’ve been to.
I’m sure you’ve gone to an art gallery with somebody that doesn’t want to be there, or at least stood near a group where someone was dragged along. Inevitably, that person will say something to the effect of, “Jesus Christ, I did a child draw this? Shit, I could do this!”
This adulation for the mundane has now been taken to a whole new level. In a few weeks, an exhibit by Aelita Andre will open in New York. Why is this notable? She's four-fucking-years-old.