Maybe It’s Really Just Poop!
Friday, March 11th, 2011It’s been 35 years since I was in the Mary Boone gallery in New York City, but I was pleased to read in the Times today that she is still a premier promoter of sham in the world of “modern art.” I thought it impossible to top her promotion of Julian Schnabel, creator of some of the ugliest “art” ever to disgrace a wall, but she has.
Her latest exhibit features a giant pile of salt which “artist” Terence Koh slowly circles on his knees for 8 hours. This is the same guy that uses his own (hopefully) semen to create paintings, covers his own (again,hopefully) excrement with gold leaf ( didn’t Damien Hirst tradmark that sort of thing) and set a blinding light on a tripod in an empty gallery at the Whitney.
The fact that Mr. Koh is not laughed out of town simply proves that the New York and London art circles are governed by sycophantic critics too myopic to recognize the emperor has no clothes. Ms. Boone must laugh all the way to the bank.
