Things like this strengthen my resolve to end public funding for the National Endowment for the Arts. Believe it or not, my wife, an artist, is the one that led me down that path and would love to see it taken away since we are being forced to pay for stuff like this. Maybe next we should set up a museum for the people who see Elvis in Corn Flakes too. What kind of art is bird crap? Good grief.
And ClubMed, did you mean asses or assess?
I guess it is telling when you can't tell a joke about an artist from the real thing. This is a joke and I took it for the real thing.