The fortunate thing about that is, for the most part, people have an easier chance to create and spread their art, which is good. Art in all its history has always been self-serving. One of my friends is a painter, and he tried so hard for so long to paint things that would make people think and feel. Then one day I asked how painting was going, and he gave me a weird smile, said it was fine, and then admitted that he had almost started forgetting about the painting itself. Which is exactly what artreal and honest artdemands.
Art is more than half process and less than half product.
It's about the feelings of a vulnerable and non-militant village being bombed, and it's about a country in chaos and the voice of the people being literally gobbled by those with power. And while the painting is amazing without all that background information, the noise and pain and agony of the story give the painting a voice it couldn't have otherwise. People screaming so loudly while pretending to argue that everything devolves into sermons and soap-box crying. People confusing message with medium and not being able to sense the difference between the two, maybe not even caring about the possible importance of such a difference. This is where we are, as a culture both at Gustavus and on Planet Earth in the year 2001.