I am the only grad student in a class of undergraduates, a contemporary art class.
I made reference to an artwork – “oh, it’s like that piece thats three feet of air above a pedastal that contains a curse or a blessing from a witch.”
I sure baffled a bunch of students, right then.
Tom Friedman, “Untitled (A Curse),” 1992
They are required to pack it for shipping with room for the curse.