Edvard Munch’s Scream is certainly not one of my favorite paintings. While I would never claim to be an art connnoisseur, I know what I like. Art, like beauty, lies in the eyes of the beholder. There are certainly many things that go in to making a beuatiful work of art but in the end, it’s about how the art affects you that gives it its’ value. But $119.9 million??? It’s my contention that owning this painting at $119 million is more an act of power than a love of art. It’s about owning the most expensive artwork ever sold at auction. It’s a case of the Emperor’s New Clothes. But in this case I choose to speak up and say the Emperor’s naked. All four in the series makes me think that I could do something similar, given a box of 128 Crayola Crayons. I know I show my ignorance. But paintings are one of those things in life that only mean as much as the pseudo intellectuals, critics and public are willing to buy in to it. It’s an illusion that becomes reality. I believe Gordon Gekko said something similar to that in the first Wall Street movie. It’s intrinsic value is pennies. It boggles the imagination to think that one piece of art, pastel on canvas, can fetch such a hefty price. But what’s even more incredible than that is the comment Sotheby’s auctioneer Tobias Meyer made regarding the sale; “it is worth every penny”? Really??? $119.9 million dollars??? That’s the BS comment of the week. Enough said.