Art Basel is now over. Since Miru Kim’s nude pig cohabitation performance may have been too weird for Miami — an afterthought: Was it the weird nudity? Here’s just a tiny, tiny round-up of the sort of booby, crotchy work the art fair featured, as lovingly highlighted by other publications. That’s not even mentioning Betty Tompkins hit “cunt paintings” a.k.a. paintings of pierced/penetrated cunts and, the centerpieces of Art Basel’s official reception — Angel Otero’s sculptures of cherubs spouting liquid chocolate from their silver putti dicks for the VIP visitors to dip wafers in. Conclusion: No, it was not the weird nudity. Shrug.