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January 25, 2009



My first introduction to modern art was as a 12-year-old going to the Philadelphia Museum of Art and seeing a piece entitled something like "After the Apocalypse," which was a blank canvas save for some black splotches in the upper right-hand corner. I've given the genre numerous chances over the years, including going to MOMA in NYC over the Christmas holidays, and it just reconfirmed my intense dislike of its pretentiousness and faux creativity. I mean, the Mona Lisa in PB&J? Maybe if it were done with sriracha and kochujang, I'd be impressed, but PB&J is just derivative.

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