While trying to bring you worthwhile news from the pseudo-intellectual world of contemporary art, I'm forced to read some dreadfully pretentious tripe. Here's my latest find of waffle, taken from the blurb for Olan's Metamorphosis at the Ward-Nasse Gallery in New York. Drag queens are "...individuals ... who create the feminine iconic illusion"! Sounds like a Barbie doll. Take it from Coxsoft Art: genuine art communicates directly. For a perfect example listen to Gregorio Allegri's Miserere Mei. It hits you in the gut or it doesn't touch you at all. In the latter case you're probably dead. As a rule-of-thumb, any so-called "art" that needs gobbledygook to sell it is a confidence trick. What it sells is the illusion that you're a discerning intellectual. Believe this bull and you could end up paying £6.5 million for a stuffed shark worth £6000. Click the title link to dip into the pretentious piffle in Art Daily and ask yourself: Would you buy a second-hand car from that blurb writer?