A few years ago, there was an "artist" who had a "sculpture" prominently on display (in New York, I think) that consisted of 3 layers of fire bricks lying on the floor. Not glued together or anything, just stacked. I believe the name of the sculpture was "Equivalent VII," and it was for sale. The artist wanted something like $300,000 for it.
He was highly offended when some of the public dismissed his magnum opus, referring to them as "cattle" for their lack of sophisticated art taste and appreciation.
This is a true story.
Along the same line, my aunt used to make oil paintings. She was in her '70s, and her vision was not as good as it might have been, and she had zero talent. But, she enjoyed smearing the paints around, and the fact that her 'art' room, (a glassed-in sun porch) was one less to clean up.
I always thought that she was still better than Van Gogh, who's only apparent claim to fame is that he killed himeslf...
In 100 years, will Van Gogh, Monet, Gaughin (sp?) be worth what a bunch of fairies says they were last week?
