After my last visit to the Tate, I came away with the distinct impression that the artists were laughing their socks off at the ****wits who were "oowh-ing and ahh-ing" over their displayed "art". (And I understand the British taxpayer forks out very large sums of money to these "artists".)
There was one exhibit that consisted of randomly arranged rocks, and another, of equally randomly arranged styrofoam blocks, and as for some of the "paintings"... (!) a two year old child could do better at playgroup. (Maybe that's where they come from.)
The whole place needs some youngster to walk into its halls and say, in a very loud voice: "But the Emperor is stark bollicky naked!"