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What We Need More Of Is Slow Art: Art That Holds Time As A Vase Holds Water: Art That Grows Out Of Modes Of Perception And Making Whose Skill And Doggedness Make You Think And Feel; Art That Isn’t Merely Sensational, That Doesn’t Get Its Message Across In Ten Seconds, That Isn’t Falsely Iconic, That Hooks Onto Something Deep-running In Our Natures. In A Word, Art That Is The Very Opposite Of Mass Media.

Political Stress Is Always Apt To Shrink The Private Arena And Attach It On To The Public

What Does One Prefer? An Art That Struggles To Change The Social Contract, But Fails? Or One That Seeks To Please And Amuse, And Succeeds?

In The Somme Valley, The Back Of Language Broke. It Could No Longer Carry Its Former Meanings. World War I Changed The Life Of Words And Images In Art, Radically And Forever. It Brought Our Culture Into The Age Of Mass-produced, Industrialized Death. This, At First, Was Indescribable.

I Have Never Been Against New Art As Such; Some Of It Is Good, Much Is Crap, Most Is Somewhere In Between.