There’s been a little ruffle of consternation about Damien Hirst’s recent retrospective at the Tate Modern lately. Reading about it has basically confirmed everything I have ever thought about why people need to be better informed about the arts.
If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard, “I/My kid could paint that!” while sitting in a museum, I would probably have enough for a long distance call on a pay phone that would last several minutes. This is of course assuming I lived in an alternate universe where pay phones still existed. […]