Actually quite helpful to this old throw-back. I never ‘got’ anything after Georgia O’Keefe.

I remember visiting MOMA in NY. One of the “paintings” was two overlapped squares, one dark blue, the other black. As I walked out, I passed a young guard standing in the doorway next to the piece. I commented that it was hung upside down and he burst out laughing. I came back later and he was still giggling.

I heard the short story of a woman contemplating for a while a piece of conceptual art in an art gallery that happened to be a fire extinguisher. Until someone approached her and said: Ma’am, I believe you have been mistaken; that is a fire extinguisher of the gallery, not a works of our artist.
But I don’t know whether this story is true or if it’s just a joke.

I once worked for an art framing business whose clients were all Manhattan galleries.

One piece of “art” was almost thrown away. The person unpacking it kept looking through the art box, finding nothing. She finally realized that one of the crumpled sheets of paper- ordinary copier paper- was signed very faintly in a corner. That was the supposed “art”. At least it was better than some of the “goatse”-like paintings we framed.