I actually like this very much.

Let's put aside how old this kid is, whether it's Batman or not, whether it's fake or not and all these other debates and just look at the actual piece.

Now, I always hated the pretentious end of the art world. When I overheard conversations about Rothko's color fields I would roll my eyes and wonder why everyone else couldn't see what a scam it was. Jackson Pollock's work particularly infuriated me. If I could go home and throw paint at a wall, was it really art?

But the problem wasn't the artists, the problem was that I was looking at it all the wrong way. The beauty of art isn't in the painstaking technique, but in the visceral reaction of the person exposed to it.

It kind of works like this: No one who has ever existed will experience things exactly like you, and no one who will exist will experience things exactly like you. So, when I look at Tango Over the Piano and think, meh, you may look at it and remember an awkward teenage moment where your first kiss was with a tom-boyish girl and how when you went to your grandmother's house there was a window she cooled pies in, and the curtains were exactly that shade of yellow. -But none of these memories will float to the surface for you in actual words, it will just be a melange of feelings and impulses that say "yes I relate to this" or "no, I don't."

Back to Rothko, I hated his work until I saw that one piece that I didn't. I just looked at it and it hit me in that inexpressable way that art does. It was my unique experience colliding with the paint brush of a man who died more than twenty years before I was born. It was magic, and suddenly I got why people would pay inexplicable amounts of money to own it. What do memories of your grandmother's pies mean to you? How much would you pay to be a child again, in the safety of her home, while the sun shone through that window and the only thing that matters was the sweet smell and the love?

So, the Batman piece. My personal experience tells me that I like it. It feels dark but hopeful. It feels quiet but like it's about to burst with energy. Is it the best thing I've ever seen? No. But it's all subjective. I respect that you do not like it, but I cannot help that I do.