The Post-Post-Post-Modernism Post

I love galleries.  I can spend all day in the Met.  The Art Institute of Chicago made me giddy with excitement. I can’t stop talking about the Frick (don’t get me started).  But Moma? I left feeling very jaded and couldn’t get it out of my mind that this was a complete RORT.  I can appreciate art wear talent meets innovation.  But this, this, and this are just silly.  Not to mention anything by de Kooning or Rothko. Did that really take skill and talent? Or does the genius belong to the artists’ agents, who concocted ridiculous reasons for artistic merit, weaving in tropes of “evolution”, “microcosm”, “revolutionize”, and “minimalism” (artistic code for lack of skills and materials) and threw in some made up words like “calcificationism” or “misogynmorphosomism” so that no art critic is willing to reveal their complete lack of comprehension. But then, my faith in art was restored. With asparagus.  At a recent dinner party, a friend revealed a simple masterpiece.  It was beautiful, skillful, functional, and really tasty.  Yes, the new wave of contemporary art is culinary, and I embrace it.