The "revulsion being the point" comment brought back a memory...
My brother and I had a disagreement when I was young. He is a prolific and talented artist who went to an art and design college, and I was a teenage dumbass who was invited a show of his and others' work.
One such work was a framed typewritten letter.
I told my brother that that was not art and I thought it was stupid to call it art, and that it devalued the efforts of the other artists.
He didn't respond at first other than to say that art is often in the eye of the beholder and if it elicits a reaction it typically can be qualified as art.
He left it at that but I kept thinking about what he said. I was really annoyed that they could possibly call a stupid framed letter art just because it was hung in an art gallery. I said as much to several people over time.
About two years later I went back to visit him, this time for a solo show. He does abstract painting, and I liked his stuff. We started talking about the work and how some if it reminded me of our childhood home.
At one point I brought up the framed letter and how it still made me roll my eyes when compared to the work you see in art galleries.
He just smiled and said "still thinking about that piece?"
I was annoyed to admit that whatever my opinion might be I could not deny that it had had a profound effect on me, evidently.
So, yeah the revulsion at the thought of an acre of potential meadow being permanently smothered so that 4% of it could be used to park pollution machines is definitely the brilliance here...
