Sometimes los huevos are just a crappy omelette.<p>And you got the parts wrong: it&#x27;s the artist presenting some crap that&#x27;s more like Quixote (although often an insincere Quixote who doesn&#x27;t even himself believe in the crap he makes), and the critic that&#x27;s more like Sancho.<p>Are you implying that the artist is some kind of special person, whose training or inherent sense of aesthetics etc, make him produce stuff that laymen can&#x27;t produce?<p>Because if you are, then besides the obvious fact that lots of artists are even less training in the arts or aesthetics than some laymen, you also ignore that the whole point of 20th century art was that art is not some special &quot;sphere&quot; but it belonged to everyone and even kids could do it just as well as &quot;artists&quot;. Down to snubbing traditional art education and history.<p>Dadaism and surrealism were all anti-artist in that sense.