I was a Fine Arts major back in the early 1970's when Andy Warhol's soup cans were considered art. I remember going to the Art Museum and seeing carpet padding - the grey felt kind - cut in strips and hanging on the wall as "art". I dropped out of art school and majored in Russian (not very money making either) It was only with Bryce and Poser that I finally got back into art as a hobby. I was so disgusted at what was considered art back then. I remember Jackson Pollock? Didn't he dip worms in paint and let them crawl around on a canvas and that's art? I ended up as a reporter/editor/photographer for newspapers for years, and once in a while they let me do an illustration for a special section. Art is truly in the eye of the beholder or in the eyes of people stupid enough to follow the popular art "trends".