Art is dead. Marina Abramović (and those of her kind) killed it.

If one day I become a famous photographer, would you take few seconds, minutes, or even hours to sit across from me without being able to move or interact with each other?
That's what The Artist is Present is about. People wait in line just so they can "feel her presence" (and of course the quotation marks are a mockery). What is the point of that? What part of this performance (if you may call it so, because I am personally bothered by it) is considered art (assuming that MOMA embraces its name fully)? Sitting across an artist while engaging in a meaningful conversation is delightful way of spending the hours, but Abramovic's "performance" is no such thing. I don't have to sit across from her to experience her persona. True artists exist in every photograph they produce, and if they don't...well, they failed as artists.
I think The Artist is Present is pointless and a waste of money, not to mention that Abramovic must think too highly of herself (narcissist would be too harsh) to expect people to "feel her presence" (I suddenly feel the urge to laugh).

As of her actual exhibit...A lesser disappointment than The Artist is Present, but a disappointment nevertheless. The nude installation felt out of context. They were poorly pieced together and absolutely not artistic (What's so artsy about a naked guy on a table with a skeleton on top?). I think she tried too hard to create something original (what's original these days?) and she ended up becoming a stereotype.