Did you?
Did I really need to see every naked person standing about to understand that it's not my cup of tea? No. It's like I don't need to taste every brand of tofu to know I think it taste like snot. Sorry not wasting a dime or time finding out something I already knew going in to hang out with a bunch of art world voyeurs and exhibitionist as they re-enacting a performance art that has been done countless times throughout history. It's the most unoriginal load of pretentious art world gas I can think of, bores the life out of me. Let me guess, you did go and you thought it was, "fabulous" and "groundbreaking," the artist a, "gift to the art world, a genius."
Look, I don't know why you're so hurt and bent out of shape because I refuse to fall for this silly nude performance art bullshit? That you're unable to read into enormous sarcasm of my original post and have taken it to heart.
But just because your parents wasted their 'trip to Europe' money on sending you off to a paintbox school and your finger-paint roadkill exhibit was less than an event your senior year. That you ended up back home living in the basement, eating them out of house, skimming dad's change jar for cigarette money and complaining that your laundry was folded in a way that gives unwanted symmetry to the universe just like your post-hippy 'Painting by Anus' teacher had taught you one afternoon while the class huffed glue and pulled blades of grass from the lawn outside the student union and listened to him recite Siddhartha as he squeezed acrylic azure paint out his ass onto a canvas. (breathe) This all doesn't mean you have to get uptight about some stranger over the internet who doesn't agree with your idea of what art is. 'Subjectivity', look it up.
Now go out and find a job, save your money, go back to school and get a real degree.
I feel compelled at this point to inform you that, yes, if you hadn't noticed this is more sarcasm.