I find that as I get older (and JADED) I become less and less bothered by self-proclaimed "artistes" and more and more concerned with finding beautiful things and beautiful things finding me. I used to be angered by the display in the Tate Museum in London (I think it was here) of one artists work - in particular that person's messy bedroom. All I could think of was that the art world has gone bonkers and that all the artist is doing is showing the world what a slob he or she is. Now I do not care anymore. I do not waste my time or breath on things I have no control over. I do control my own desire to find and feel for art wherever and whenever it strikes me. Typically I find them made by honest and caring people whose own humility is art itself.