Because some days, like days in which you return to New York City from Utah (just... hypothetically speaking), nothing but a Mormon obsessed art world superstar will do.
There's nothing like a man who likes to toss his own sculptures around, wear feather headdresses, pink kilts and shove bloody rags into his mouth.
Sometimes there's nothing like a man who dresses his
nude body in intricate outfits and squids, obsesses about viscous fluids, shrinks his own testicles for art and then ties ribbons on them, chops up his
pop star girlfriend in rising water before transforming into a whale, and reworks the Guggenheim as a video game setting.
There's nothing like a man who makes things with his hands.
Today is one of those days. No other man but Matthew Barney will do.