Intended or not, the whole pink pony series has perfectly captured the thoughts of those of us who stopped viewing the gallery.

Even if it was meant to get attention, or to "mess up" the top 20, or whatever, what it has also done is make very cutting statements on the "what is art?" wars we see here.

The perfect irony, though, is that most of the criticism it draws is evidence of the critic's hypocrisy. If art is truly in the eye of the beholder, which is a justification for the prolific pin-up models (some people think it's pretty so it's art), then the pink pony must be immune from criticism. The juxtapostion of the childish pink pony to the usual soft porn here is priceless.

While, from what I know, I'm not sure I would credit the artist for seeing quite the impact of the pink pony, and while I haven't really appreciated his non-piny pony work, I have to admit that the pink pony is, for me, right on target.

It must be on target with the usual audience here. It's not a crucifix dipped in urine or cereal cartoon characters at the Last Supper, but a mere Pink Pony, inoffensive except within the context it is placed, has drawn about the same level of ire here as the latter two pieces of art drew among religious communities.