What is the most ludicrous modern / conceptual art installation you have ever seen?

Question

You know the kind of thing I mean. A single coathanger dangling in an enormous room with a turnip hanging from it, entitled "Donkey Introspection"...

Over to you...

Answer 1

That would be the special exhibit in a museum of Brillo boxes.  I could not understand the crowds around it.  It was simply Brillo boxes displayed...didn't turn me on, yet some actually considered it art.

Answer 2

Those dead people dancing were an odd concept and funny in a disturbing way.

Answer 3

2 huge corkscrews near the Pont Normandie, France being the home of wine, a large bottle I could appreciate, but corkscrews?

Answer 4

In my bathroom, the water pipe going to the cold basin tap is leaking.  Does that count as art?

One of the servants has his finger over it right now.

Answer 5

They opened a new art centre at my uni and just by reception there was table with a pile of chairs on top. THAT was art.

Answer 6

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this lad needs to be stopped by means of drowning at the public lake.

I'll be selling the hot dogs with my custom made food signs.

Answer 7

Well far be it from me to tell tales but, a certain you know whosenstein viz ze pointy hat has recently unveiled a giant sized menu for the illiterate to be exhibited in the Little Chef roadside cafe. It seem to consist mainly of illustrations of what the food will look like post consumption.

arghhh argghhh get off me good fairy bear

No no! stop it evil fairy bear, stop saying these terrible things about uncle Juggy

Muhahahaha he'll blame it all on you

No!No! all I ever wanted was to be an ickle bickle wickle fwuffy wuffy wuvable bear, boo hoo boo hoo

Answer 8

In the Chicago Museum of Art hangs a HUGE white sheet with a red dot in the middle of it.  Much like the flag of China.  They call it "minimalist art"......

How dumb is that?

There truly is a sucker born every minute, eh?

Answer 9

I am surrounded by works of genius, mostly of my own making (ahem).  To my right, a large pile of C class unopened junk mail has toppled gracefully to one side over my desk, representing the insidious, overflowing wave of consumer information in our society, submerging from view the places where our true focus should lie.  That, of course, is when I am not being distracted by the chef d’oeuvre to my left. where an ancient typewriter’s keys receive the indent of several new books, pushed to one side to accommodate a soup bowl and spoon, thus communicating to those with eyes to see the crushing power of publishers over impoverished writers whose bowl is always empty….  

How much do you think I could charge for entry to my gallery?