There's an interesting article at VICE about modern art. The author says he just doesn't get it. And you know what? I get that.
All the discussion makes me think of Piero Manzoni's canned shit pieces from 1961. In 2007, they commanded $181,374 per can. Unfortunately the methane build-up in the cans causes them to occasionally explode, covering the cognoscente with excrement.
How poetic.
I wrote about the friction between Fine Art and mere commercial art here. If you've ever had the displeasure of taking a Fine Art course at Guelph, you'll know what I mean.
More artwork made, quite literally, out of shit here.