I spent three pathetic semesters of my college life studying art, and this is exactly why I dropped out of that major. Art is subjective of course, however, today’s modern art has been hijacked by the pretentious pseudo-intellectuals. I’ve seen people that can draw photo-realistic pointillist portraits using an ink pen, but they are brushed aside (pun intended) by those that think it’s edgy and clever to put a cross in a jar of urine. That is not art. That is an attempt by a miserable person to make a insulting statement.
It’s no surprise that those who ascertain the difference between beautiful works of art with that of drips of paint on a canvas. It is the very moral of the story of the emperor’s new clothes.
“Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.”