Since when has glitz been a component of fine art? Too bad we can't take these smug, self-important hucksters of flashy trash and run them though a wood chipper. Koons first. Then package the wonderfully gory but beautiful results in clear acrylic boxes and exhibit them under the title: "Non-artists Who Gave Their All For Art." It might just make up for all the shit they have produced. Poetic justice. Not possible I know, but what's wrong with a little day dreaming now and then. And no, I'm not Stephen King masquerading as Tlouis.
A Happy, Sculpture rich and glitz-free New Year to All.