ART IS DEAD: MOMA’S SHOCKING NEW EXHIBIT DECLARES THE ARTIST OBSOLETE
In a move that threatens to ERASE human creation itself, the Museum of Modern Art is now showcasing what can only be called a SURRENDER to mindless matter. The quiet gallery hosting Helen Frankenthaler’s works is not a sanctuary of genius, but a CRIME SCENE where the very role of the artist has been MURDERED. Critics are hailing it as brilliance, but we see the terrifying truth: this exhibit is a brazen declaration that PAINT ITSELF is the only true creator.
Frankenthaler’s soaked canvases are presented not as masterful guidance, but as accidents of chemistry and gravity. The exhibit’s chilling narrative suggests the artist was a mere BYSTANDER, a passive observer to the "living force" of the pigment. This is not art—it is the DAWN OF A DARK AGE that glorifies random chance over human vision, celebrating the material while DISCARDING the soul of the creator. MOMA is now a temple to artistic abdication, normalizing the idea that intention and skill are relics of the past.
What does this mean for our culture? If we accept that the artist’s hand is meaningless, then we open the floodgates to a world where algorithmically generated slop and chaotic spills are worth millions, while centuries of craft and mastery are tossed onto the ash heap of history. This exhibit isn’t just a display; it’s a MANIFESTO for the end of human expression, carefully curated to make you believe you are witnessing progress.
The final, silent room of the exhibit doesn’t showcase beauty—it whispers a devastating question into the void: if the artist is removed, are we all just waiting to be replaced?



