To continue (internet wiggles today);
That's where I always seem to cross lines with Bart.
I just can't glorify most of those artists who pander to and for the critics that lead the masses over the cliff to Art Basel. They are soul stealers. They Dictate and direct authenticity to the merely novel, new product/ Soup cans...soup lines for the rest.
Art for this group is supported and lainced only when it has investment grade potential. They are the inside brokers. The products are repeated into obsessive fetishes.
It happens across culture. America, esp. in Sante Fe, did it to Naive art. Tribal art was lost to individual western statements. It's an old concept, "Kill the Indian, save the man."
So back to Hockney's supporters... I'll just say that when Annie Liebovitz choose to publish her photos of her dearest dead decomposing Susan Sontag she was only doing that shameful narcissistic self promotion thing without any self control. Her photos were not objectionable, but her promotion was. That's the dark circle...maybe the the black
cube. "Head up to Union Square, never know who ya gonna meet there. I'm just lookin for my man, 20 dollar bill in my hand."