In this genetically hierarchical Brave New World of art, the artistic overlords use their good Eyes to separate Good Art from bad.
I forgot to ask if there were any people born with The Eye who had not gone to university, or who did not act as gatekeepers to people who can afford to buy art.
Even if the artists had allowed that one could be trained into The Eye, I could have asked them why we have public galleries if only a tiny minority of ubermenschen can truly appreciate fine art.
Is Good Art good medicine for all, even if we don't have the officially approved faculty to identify it?
It was disturbing that these young artists have swallowed the bourgeois myth that the only pinnacle of artistic possibility is impressing certain people, and that this can only be achieved and funded by creating and selling unique objects.
Instead of giving them the critical tools to question this paradigm, and to participate consciously in it or create alternatives, their qualifications have fed them into the system, sharpening their ambition for success within it. The artist as petit bourgeois.
A few alternatives already exist. Hip-hop gives graffiti writers a completely different ethos, while three of the Walters Prize finalist works separate critical acclaim from commercial success by including no easily sold object.
A recent cheering AUT symposium discussed mostly state-funded, non-gallery ways for artists to "engage" with the public. John Radford's Graft - one "suburb" artwork with multiple owners - also breaks the mould: each of the 256 miniature villas is sold not by a dealer but by Radford's real estate agent alter ego Ron Jadford. Art is not just colour, shape and tonality, it is also how and where the object or performance is presented, and to whom. If the artist forgets this, they forget all of us in their frantic attempt to catch only The Eye.