Warhol

It's the inevitable rot — the democratization of taste. No criteria, no standards. Just volume. Noise. Consensus as credibility.

Warhol was the harbinger of that collapse. He opened the door and let the unwashed masses flood into the gallery like tourists in a Brioni outlet. Turned the gallery into a showroom. Turned meaning into merchandise. He didn't just blur the line between art and product — he abolished it. And people loved him for it, because it made them feel included. Relevant. Special. Like they had a stake in the conversation when all they had was a credit card and a vague sense of irony.