There are three types of people: those who dig art and know a lot about it, those who dig art and know nothing about it, and those who don’t give a mierda either way.
I am of the second persuasion.
I can sum up my philosophy on the art I like with the wise words of Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart: “I know it when I see it,” (Ok, so he was mostly referring to porn, but the dude had a way with words).
The art-educated (IE, the people who know Britto actually isn’t Miami’s most brilliant citizen) and the art ignorant can walk the streets together, cocktails in hand, Instagram apps poised and ready. The galleries open their doors, showcase their wares and ply Miamians with luscious libations.