There is so little real art left. Most of it is hollow and fake, meant for hollow and fake people that are headed into the trash can of history. Statues of serious men and real heroes were torn down to be replaced by statuary featuring little girls and big fat ugly black women - conveying an uninspiring fake message, apparently. Statuary that celebrates ugliness, for people incapable of aspiring to beauty.
It shouldn’t be that hard at first glance - but the pros always make it look easy. Clay is splattered with careless abandon onto a wire frame - and a goddess emerges. Wind and kinetic poetry in motion is flawlessly rendered and inferred in the static stillness.
Our greatness is not dead. It’s stifled, perhaps? Maybe it hibernates? It will emerge again when the small people of our age are finally swept away.
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