Resuscitating Art.

Its a great time to be an artist. It does feel like art has just come alive again.

But I can’t help but think that something is strangely amiss. Have we overcompensated the other way?

It feels like art got a tremendous shot of adrenaline injected into its heart, but its odds of brain damage have now doubled.

We’re creating dangerously.

Is sacrificing the intelligence of art worth it?