I generally skip the modern art when I go to the gallery. On the occasions when I do intentionally dwell upon modern art, I tend to leave in a foul mood, having exhausted my stores of aesthetic charity on works that invite, and indeed expect, none. But maybe that’s just me. Maybe the nihilistic media and the nihilistic messages only trigger nihilistic feelings in me because I’ve been conditioned that way. I don’t think so, however.
During the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939) there were jail cells filled with bizarre, surrealistic images; Bauhaus-inspired geometric patterns; and harsh lighting. The effect was evidently maddening. Read further: