“The 20th century witnessed a bifurcation in art, where “high art” became increasingly esoteric and “low art” became increasingly sensual. Over the course of the 20th century, high art and low art engaged in a game of chicken, wherein each side dared the other to greater extreme. The weirder high art became, the more sensual low art became. Jackson Pollock and Hugh Hefner both rose to prominence in the 1950s, though Pollock’s appeal was that no one understood him and Hefner’s appeal was that no one misunderstood him. When modern men think of art, they tend to think of such highs and lows. In the midst of this daring game of extremes, art lost the common touch.”
-From Love What Lasts (Winter, 2020)
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 