Modern art (n.) is the subjective factor, long undervalued, breaking out in exaggerated, tasteless forms bordering on caricature.
Modern art (n.) is psychological education in disguise: by smashing our ideas of beauty and the obligatory love for the object, it announces the turn from object to the dark chaos of subjectivity.
Modern art (n.) celebrates, in disintegrating, the 'beauty' of chaos — the gorgeous rubbish heap of our civilization; in an age of great destroyers it is a satisfaction at least to be the broom that sweeps the rubbish into the corner.
Modern art (n.) is a psychological test like the Rorschach: by snubbing understanding it throws the beholder back on himself — it tells you much about the observer and next to nothing about the painting.
Modern art (n.) estranges itself from reality as the schizophrenic does — but in the artist this is not disease, it is a collective manifestation of the time.
Modern art (n.) is art in reverse — the backside of art, making no attempt to ingratiate itself and telling us just where we get off.