There was a time when Art was King. Everyone bowed down to the supremacy of Art, especially Art that was displayed in the hallowed halls of museums and exclusive galleries. People desired the blessings and good fortune that Art bestowed. They worked in order to put Art in their homes, in the place of honor above the sofa. Everything changed with the emergence of Anti-art. The “Anti-art” came into the world like a sulfurous wind from Hell. People started to question the judgment of the highly esteemed critics who ruled the courts of opinion. Money no longer determined the true value of Art. In fact, Art was no longer valued — it had become soft, like melted plastic or commercial logos with no emotional content and no truth. Anti-art changed everything. It was a revolution. It was the Apocalypse.