In its most limited sense, modern, art would seem to concern itself only with the technical innovations of the period.
My fore-parts, as you so ineloquently put it, have names. ” I pointed to my right breast. “This is Danger. ” Then my left. “And this is Will Robinson. I would appreciate it if you addressed them accordingly. ” After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, “You named your breasts?” I turned my back to him with a shrug. “I named my ovaries, too, but they don’t get out as much.