While at an art gallery once, I found myself staring at a urinal. Context in this story is key though. You see, I wasn’t in the bathroom, but rather right in the middle of the gallery where, under bright spotlights, a porcelain urinal was proudly displayed on a pedestal for all the intrigued guests to admire.
Instantly, I thought, “I don’t understand art.”
In fact, I still don’t.