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I used to like art. But it's gotten too weird and too gimmicky. When it comes to art I'm a philistine (or as my friend Mikey says, a Finkelstein.)
As you've probably surmised, I am talking mainly about contemporary art. Here at TAC Global Headquarters we have a saying: "If it's ugly, pointless and expensive, it must be art."
Art does not, as its promoters claim, help explain life. Nothing helps explain life (see The 8-Year-Old Existentialist.) Warhol's definition seems very apropos these days: "It's whatever you can get away with."
I'm thinking about starting a society to call bullshit on contemporary art. We'll call ourselves The Fighting Finkelsteins. Who's in?
Note To Artists:
I'm not talking about your stuff. It's all that other stuff.
How The Universe Gets Even With Us:
My daughter (The-Only-Person-I-Really-Like) is studying art.
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