Taking the saying "I'd give my left testicle" to its illogical conclusion, veteran poet Raffael Medina Brochero has offered to give both of his testicles in exchange for money to fund his upcoming European tour.

Was Bob Dylan in Central Park yesterday, painting portraits of these topless ladies? Uh, maybe.

Here, via Vice, is "pretty much every single Black Flag flyer designed by Raymond Pettibon," which is pretty much all you need to know. #TeamKeith.

It's kind of a low bar, but this is almost definitely the most beautiful Excel spreadsheet you will ever behold.

Contemporary sculptor Daniel Edwards, whom you may recall from such works of art as nude Britney Speaks giving birth on a bearskin rug and nude Paris Hilton being prepped for an autopsy, is back to manufacturing controversy with his latest masterpiece — nude Kim Kardashian showing off her pregnant belly and "lactiferous breasts."

In this video, devised by New Yorker Jeff Greenspan, what is clearly a statue arouses speculation and "hub bub bub bub" when a money-collecting bowl is placed in front of it.

The disgruntled angerbeast known as Grumpy Cat is the latest non-human entity to get the honor of a Wall Street Journal "stipple" portrait. Last week, it was Ronald McDonald, a nightmare clown that stuffs hamburgers in the mouths of sleeping children.

And so it turns out that the biggest gift would actually be from Jimmy Kimmel.

Detroit, America's most spectacular postindustrial disaster zone, is broke. Severely broke. Negative-11-digit debt broke. So broke it can't even afford to run its courts. Detroit needs some cash. If only it had some valuable stuff to sell....

A Tribeca photographer has come under fire for taking clandestine photos of his neighbors and making them available for public consumption through a Chelsea art gallery without the consent of his subjects.

Someone with $1.9 million to spare liked the nude Bea Arthur painting so much, they purchased it for $1.9 million.

At an auction held at Christie's last night, a record-breaking $495 million was spent on paintings, surpassing individual records for works by Jean-Michel Basquiat, Jackson Pollock, and Roy Lichtenstein. The chairman of Christie's Americas, Marc Porter, said this was the biggest art auction in history. Some might wonder about the buyers—what are these people, made of money? Nope, just the paintings, paintings literally made of money and jewels.

The world-famous 54-foot-tall "Rubber Duck" that's been seen floating in bodies of water all around the globe has met an untimely, albeit temporary demise in the rough waves of Hong Kong's Victoria Harbour.

"While the college is not commenting on why Ferguson was dismissed, he said it was 'absolutely' related to the student's unorthodox use of a chicken in art."

For those of you who wondered how George W. Bush learned to paint his thought-provoking outsider art, the secret was revealed by Laura Bush on NPR's "Morning Edition" today: "an app on his iPad where he could draw pictures".

First Tilda, and now the Jews of Germany: getting in a box is simply the thing to do in art this year.

If your broke, unknown boyfriend paints all over your apartment, don't paint over it. He might turn out to be Basquiat.

Two hero lawyers have filed a class-action lawsuit against the Metropolitan Museum of Art over the museum's attempts to make its absurd but optional $25 admission fee appear to be mandatory:

On random days this month, Tilda Swinton (actress, Bowie-enthusiast, badass) will be performing her 1995 piece "The Maybe," which consists of Swinton sleeping in a glass box. In fact, at this very moment, Tilda Swinton is sleeping in a glass box at MoMa for your viewing pleasure.

A watermelon, viewed from above, casts a greenish shadow on a white table. Two small figures on a putting green are spied from behind a distant tree. A horse with cow-like markings stands in field. Dogs, of course: a Shih Tzu and a Boxer sitting against an electric blue void. A Sheepdog next to a ball. A Corgi and a Lab at awkward, physically impossible angles, splayed out against the ground. And some kind of hound mix, maybe, grey and monstrous, sitting outside the White House, separated from the seat of power by iron bars, staring ambivalently out of frame.