It bandages our wounds, it talks to us in the ancient, unintelligible sounds of our collective archetypes, it soothes us as our mothers did. Art, therefore, to you, is a liberating act. It breaks through the glass containers of our very private existence which otherwise cannot be communicated benignly. That Art provokes emotions is undeniable. To interact with our private languages it must gain access to what hitherto has been a shrine accessed by a priesthood order of one, ourselves.
Art demolishes the privileged access maxim.
Of course not. Rather it would be safer to assume that an object of art would mean different things to different people. The affinity provokes empathy and the latter is misinterpreted as understanding. Art is as unintelligible as any other private language. Yes, we are sealed off from ourselves as well.