Today I was wandering around the Auckland Art Gallery, when I aspied a piece of "modern art" that consisted of some apples nesting on a bed of faux grass. After looking around and being dizzy and not finding out who constructed the artwork, I took a bite out of one of the apples and wandered around some more waiting for this thought to digest.

Upon my return, I was amply rewarded when I saw a fellow art patron staring at the apples, a curious smile playing upon his lips before he was stampeded by the RHINOCEROSES OF TEMPTATION! (*fanfare*)

Private property created crime, I indulge in performance art and in twenty years' time the security tapes will fetch a grand fortune.

Do you find small acts of ironic deviance beautiful, or simply the work of a compulsive vandal? Graffiti vs. Street Art, Banksy the Criminal vs Banksy the Genius, etc., etc., guacamole.

Discuss.