And a number of years back, my wife and I stopped in the Art Gallery at the Palmer House in Chicago. The main room was filled with the latest in Abstract c--- er, ah art. But there was a small room adjacent with beautiful work displayed. I made the comment that this was beautiful art. Unknowlingly to me, the lady clerk had come up behind me and said, "This is the art. The other stuff is to sell."
That said it all...