The cartoon is a wry commentary on some modernist performances. Why have so many modernists and postmodernists been pre-occupied with urine and feces? If art is about expressing oneself, what kind of self are such artists expressing? Or if art is a window into the artist’s soul, what kind of souls are being exposed here?
Marcel Duchamp:
Demuth:
Warhol:
Mapplethorpe:
Serrano:
Manzoni:
My explanation: “From Modern to Postmodern: Why Art Became Ugly” (video lecture and later text publication).