My first response to the Yale student that turned "self insemination and abortion" into art was shock and disgust. This morning, I'm taking a step back. I can't remember the last time "art" illicited a hostile reaction and a sense of outrage from me. Maybe never the way this "piece" did.
I think about moments in history, like the screening of "Un chien andalou" by Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dalí, in which the audiece threw bottles of ink at the projection screen, and wonder why art doesn't have that kind of power anymore. Could this be our moment? Is this where we are?
Demien Hirst like to talk about how all art is about death but one of his latest peices, a skull covered in diamonds, is so decorative and trite within the context of the contempory cultural landscape. Skulls are the new happy face, I seem them on dog sweaters on the upper east side of Manhattan and "Bling" is such a tediously middle-class cliche.
Demien Hirst has jumped the Shark and, like it or not, this twisted chick from Yale is the new bleeding edge.