This is a true story:
When I was around seven (that was in '77), we were visiting NY and we went to the MOMA. Coincidentally, on that afternoon was opening a exhibition on Picasso's works, so you can imagine the museum was pretty packed. My parents (specially my mom), were beaming about our good fortune of catching that exhibit, something that we hadn't planned at all. So off we went, my parents, me and my two sisters, to the (looooong
) line of people waiting to have a chance of seeing old Pablo's works.
Being only seven, after about 45 minutes standing in line I was pretty much fed up with Picasso, cubism, impressionism or any other form of ism and was dieing to get out of there and actually seeing something rather then other people's butts (remember, I was seven). Finally, we managed to get into the gallery where all those treasures were hidden. And yes, to the seven year old me they had to be treasures out of this world, after all, I had endured over 45 minutes in that bloody line.
I got into the gallery and started looking at the paintings. Immediately, and to the utmost embarrassment of my parents , in a very loud voice I asked "We were in that line to see THIS?!? I can paint better then that!!!!"
. Even though the whole gallery started laughing, specially the two security guards at the door, my mom got very red and I got one of those looks from her that made me think I-bet-that-if-I-wasn't-her-son-she'll-kill-me. That story is still recounted in my family gatherings specially if someone wants to remind me that I'm really not all that that I think of myself :
The point is, art is utterly stupid. It's something that you need a "higher intellect" to comprehend and find beautiful. In my very honest opinion, if something is only beautiful after you explained it, it really ain't that pretty.
So ok, call me an ogre, but art is stupid. And downright silly.