When is Art a Pain in the Ass?

I haven't said anything here about a month-long art project that's been going on in the lobby of my office building. It's winding down now (Thank God!) but here's the premise: There's a woman (oh, excuse me, an "artist") who has been crocheting a giant plastic blanket in the lobby for the past four weeks. Interesting, huh? It's actually turned out pretty, in a old-fashioned granny-square, lacy kind of way. It's now about 30 feet long and about 15 feet wide, and is visually kind of cool. But, is it Art? Who the hell knows? I guess so, as it's an act of creating something from something else, in this case taking a giant roll of 4" wide plastic and making a giant crochet hook, and using them together to make a giantic, virtually useless blanket. I was indifferent to this project for the first couple of weeks, and glanced at her as I walked by on my way to break or lunch or the ATM but, except for smiling and saying "hi", I did not stop and chat like many folks did. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I discovered she was blogging the progress of this project so I went to check it out. What a bunch of rot! She made some lame coorelation between the false sense of security given to us by our jobs with the false security of a cold plastic blanket. Then she went on to blog about the people she's talked with, basically asking them what they do, what they want to do, what they would do if they had a year/24 hours left. THEN, she summed it up, saying most people here are not happy, they do not like their jobs, they work only for security, are not doing what they want to do, don't know how to live, are living sham lives, are fat (she watches people walk about the lobby) (how ruuude!), infers we are generally stupid for working here if we don't really want to, calls the people who don't stop and talk with her (like, WHO HAS TIME?) "Frequent Travelers", makes fun of a man with a combover (one of the Travelers) and calls him Freeway Man because of his white scalp that shows under the combover, and other smarmy stuff, while she's inferring how wonderful and fulfilled SHE is and is smiling her smile - she even has a name for her "Fake" Smile (I'll look back and see if I can find out what she calls the face she puts on for us). The more I read the more pissed off I became - and I am SO HAPPY that this her last fucking day in our lobby. The last few days it's been difficult to walk past her to get to the ATM or to go out for a smoke at breaktime, because I have to pass her TWICE each time, since after 9/11 we have only one entrance to the building and I'm sure that since I don't talk to her and now, barely look at her, and she sees me twice each time I go downstairs, I'm one of her Frequent Travelers, and she can just BITE MY HUGE ASS. I'll be so happy to no longer have to see her. And so many people are like "oh, I'll miss you so much!" which is exactly what she wants to hear because she's equating her project with an Office Assistant - someone in the office who knows a lot and offers comfort and security to the office because they know the ins and outs of procedures, then when they leave people miss that "cold" comfort and false security. Or something. The premise being that she has made herself a part of our lives in the building - always smiling, always available to talk to, and we'll miss her when she's gone, blah blah. I'll throw a party when she finally gets her skanky ass out of here.