Postmodern Art Has Its Sokal Affair Moment
This is classic. So-called "postmodern art" has its version of the Sokal Affair that struck postmodern writers a decade ago. It seems a two-year old's paintings (sometimes using paint, sometimes using ketchup), along with his mom's over-the-top-but-typical blather as descriptions for each piece, have fooled some "art critics". This is so funny, because it is so pathetic. As Pink Floyd once said, "nearly a laugh, but really a cry."
When will postmodernist writing and postmodern art go away as fads? Now wouldn't be soon enough.

