You don’t need to know about art to have an opinion about Damien Hirst, the formaldhyde-happy ‘artist’ who has been the subject of heated debates ever since his pretentiously-titled-to take-away-from-the-fact-that-it’s-a-dead-shark piece in 1991. Hennessey Youngman‘s ART THOUGHTZ, the ironic sensation of viral art criticism (whether or not there are any other figures at its forefront) certainly has an opinion, one that most thinking organisms share: Hirst is a twat. In this respect Youngman finds him very much like Bono, the twatcentric lead singer of U2, known for posing smugly with everyone from the Pope to children of 3rd world countries. But our favorite of Youngman’s critiques is his confusion of Damien Hirst’s work with the horse-dissection scene in The Cell, in a dialogue that goes something like this:
OFFSCREEN: That wasn’t him.
YOUNGMAN: That’s wasn’t his shit?
Genuine disappointment ensues.
We’re deeply indebted to Youngman for finally broadcasting to an audience of millions (in any case, more people than read actual art criticism) everything we passionately hate about the artist–including his ‘puerile’ tendency to pose in press photos like a manic clown, his lack of involvement in the actual work, and being surrounded by far too much money than is good for any human being–artists, especially.