Last week after I left for NYC, Eileen Gunn wrote to ask if I'd found any Higgs bosons. Well, no, I didn't. But I found something equally odd.
I was in the Museum of Modern Art and in the hallway between the contemporary gallery and the cafe, saw the above piece. Contemplate it for a moment. The white-painted wooden man is about two feet high and is the only artwork on a long and otherwise blank well. The label is placed somewhere beteen waist and chest level.
If you google the artist's name you'll come up with exactly zero hits.
Which means that somebody bought a ticket into MOMA, sat down on the bench and, removing pieces from his pocket, casually assembled the artwork. Then, surreptitiously, he glued the label to the wall. You can tell the label is not official because it's just a little crooked and the font doesn't match that on the museum's other labels.
I applaud this work of fraudulent art, minor though it may be. If it achieves nothing else, it demonstrates that you don't have to be an overachiever to get your work shown in a world-class museum.