I have never been fond of contemporary art.
I tried. I really tried.
But I can't take it seriously.
When I think contemporary art, I see Roat Romano Chucalescu.
Roat Romano Chucalescu is the archetype of the contemporary artist who will shit on a canvas, pretend it's art and sell it a fortune.
Just check this video* and you will totally get the point ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0WoW7hbOWA). I am sorry for those who don't speak/understand French. I will try to have it translated because it is hilarious.
Extract from a NY Times article (http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/26/arts/design/26private.html?_r=1&ref=arts)
"Still, the art world loves to talk, and in recent months among the expensive paintings that have quietly changed hands are a 1970s de Kooning abstract canvas sold for around $30 million; a Cy Twombly “Blackboard” painting for $12 million; one of Gerhard Richter's “Color Charts” for $18 million; and Jeff Koons’s “Hanging Heart Violet” sculpture for $11 million."that you could travel a lot ...and meet a lot of girls (...)."
Yes, to me contemporary art and the contemporary artist were all contained in this quote.
But recently, I had a sort of revelation (not about Koons, of course).
* Les Inconnus (L'Artiste Peintre)
** Maurizio Cattelan