It seems that many famous artists try hard to be silly, put poetic meaning in pointless shit, offensive, and half-assed. The impressionist movement in the early 20th century ruined centuries of artistic wonder of each generation of artists trying to out perform the last one with higher standards. Now we have paint splatter artists like Jackson Pollock, and readymade artists like Marcel Duchamp and his worthless urinal.
No, their is no deeper meaning to your colored squares or your splattered finger paintings that took you less than 10 minutes to create. And no, there is no "deeper meaning" behind it either. Your fucking paint splatters don't symbolize the plight of dirt farmers in Venezuela, it's just paint splatters for fuck sake.
Oh, you think putting a Jesus Christ crucifix in a vat of your own urine is edgy and offensive? That's fine, but why won't the art establishment allow any drawings of the prophet Muhammad? That's right, the government will cut off all your funding if you do anything politically incorrect
Readymade art is the worst. Readymade art is when an artist buys a product at the store, gives it a name, puts it on display (sometimes after painting it a different color, sometimes doing nothing to it at all), and gets paid thousands of dollars for it. For example Marcel Duchamp's Urinal or Snow Shovel.
Hell, I could do a readymade myself: Behold my red brick:
I call this piece "Cell"
[Speaking in the tone of a snooty art snob]: "Eh-hemm... Cell is presented here as a red brick. Red brick are singular building blocks that create manmade structures when they converge together. Cells are biological building blocks that when they converge together, create multicellular life forms such as plants and animals. The redness of "Cell" represents blood, the fluid of life. Blood is life. Pathways and buildings constructed from red bricks represnt the toil and bloodshed of the working class proletariat who builds these structures to keep society intact. Without buildings we cannot have society. Without blood, there is no life."
And there you have it.
The Los Angeles Museum spent $10 million for a Rock (your hard earned tax dollars at work)
A pair of reading glasses was left on the floor of an art gallery, and museum goers mistook it as Modern Art