Art in terms of the art world is nothing, really. It's all too enmeshed and contingent upon everything that doesn't fit that perfunctory definition in order to be of any real meaning in it's own right. The idea that you can extract a form or a discipline from everything that suffuses it with meaning and elevate it to the art world while discarding all the rest is nonsense.
This is the reason why works as institutional critiques and works that question the boundaries between the ordinary and the art world are often the most interesting and controversial until those works and the forms from which they are created are eventually co-opted into the same baseless nonsense for which they were created against.
There's art and there's artists but only in such a meaningless and convenient sense that the terms are barely applicable.
For myself, there are simply works of various forms that are either evocative, communicative, though provoking or they aren't.
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