Once, a janitor, noticing a pile of trash, disposed of an art exhibit. Another time, a guy put a crucifix in pee (it was probably not even pee). Another time, a guy said he canned his poop and put it on display (it was probably not really poop). Another time, a guy went into a gallery and wrote "Epstein is a pedophile" on a wall, and was arrested for it, and the gallery govered it up with a sheet (a lot of jews buy that crap oy vey!)
What I am telling you is nothing you don't already know. Modern art isn't art, but the emty vestige, the spectical and routine without the deity within vivifying. It's a corps, a broken clock. It's the surface ants cleaning up the entrance to the mound, the queen is no more, within it's a grave.