What Is Art?
Have you got all day? Here’s a very long page about art and art criticism. What’s amazing to me is that I seem to know what I’m talking about. I read the page now with a gate-keeper’s eyes (to which I’m not entitled, either): what incredible impertinence!
There’s one sentence, though, that I really don’t understand.
We’re wired, sadly perhaps, to distinguish the things that happened before our parents’ generations from the things that happened earlier. We seek a richness of detail about what’s closest to us.
I think that the first sentence is missing a “not” – “We’re not wired.” But I’m not sure that the sentence means anything. Every once in a while, I fall into fatuity. If you can figure out what I’m trying to say, let me know.