The more modern modern art gets, the less art modern art is as it gets more modern. That ridiculous phrase is art in the everybody-wins world of today, where I can fill balloons with my farts and release them at dusk on the Taos Gorge Bridge in New Mexico, on the last day of the Mayan calendar while black girls born in Idaho on September 23 wrapped in bloody Panam flags read backward the names of the Canadians killed in WWI as the Voyager’s golden record plays in the background along a loop of canned laughter, and someone will find meaning in this and call it art. It is not, but it makes me happy this smartass found a way to cash on the people who are making art meaningless and worthless the same way everything else becomes meaningless and worthless by being everywhere.
