Art, no matter how defined, stands out there to be one of the most vage words created in the history of man. It is everything or nothing; its children could mean something and sometimes would mean absolutely nothing for the eyes of the observer. Even if someone worked on piece of work, I sometimes can’t stand how ugly or just random it might look. I will not give my money neither any credit to an “artist” I don’t like; for me he or she is not anymore an artist, just someone experimenting with toys, like the other 8 billion souls out there.

A story in  a work should not define if something is art or no, I hold the judgment to anything I see and if I thought that Da Vinci’s painting of the Mona Lisa is boring then for me it is not art, just another painting from the millions of paintings out there by someone I might or might not respect.