The artistic sensibilities of The Culture Destroyers.
“Never before have so few been in a position to make fools, maniacs or criminals of so many.”
HG Wells, The Shape of Things to Come.
I’ll begin with a confession: I am a failed artist. Ever since I can remember, I have wanted to paint. The only thing that stopped me was lack of talent. The first time I did a self-portrait, checking with the mirror in my bedroom to see how I was getting on, my mother put an abrupt end to my artistic ambitions by exclaiming, “Gosh, what a cute little chimp!”
It was a rude awakening for a nine-year-old artist.
About a decade later, I asked myself was art was all about. One day I found this sentence in a biography of Burne-Jones, and I jotted it down in my diary and pondered it for a day…
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