Once went to TATE modern in London-- there was a box making fart noises, which was considered art... it took up a FULL ROOM!
Sometimes it is not art, just who you know ;)
Sad.
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Once went to TATE modern in London-- there was a box making fart noises, which was considered art... it took up a FULL ROOM!
Sometimes it is not art, just who you know ;)
Sad.
I read a blog someone wrote a few weeks back about going to an exhibit. It was a room filled with just dirt. Nothing else. An entire giant room filled with –dirt. Even I who can find something out of each of the photos in this blog have a hard time feeling “anything” for a pile of dirt.
Amazing, funny and disgusting!