Hanging out the wash: Is this what the death of art looks like?
Strange thing… all the articles I’ve seen on the web that praise this washer-woman’s nightmare have been strangely devoid of pictures. Maybe that’s because the gushing praise would sound even more inane in the face of such crap. John Podhoretz’s article, “Masterpiece,” in the New York Post sums up my estimation of this blotch/”art” better than I can.
“So what if walking through the park simulated nothing so much as traveling through a car wash without the car?”
And that’s the highest praise he has for this piece of… work.
Naturally, the “art world” is agog. The ninnies.