Music, for him, resembles someone's getting on an elevator wearing too much perfume. No wonder one can make it through Critique of Judgment with nary a work in sight. His elevator doors never shut, so that art may rest in its penthouse for eternity. He sounds desperate to get through them all. Art, you see, deals with ideas .
Art has plenty of ideas, but no dirty hands.
With no purpose apart from its being, art goes right to the foundations of thought and nature. Morality begins with a similar leap, from mundane ends and nasty constraints to human freedom. No wonder esthetics, in Kant's eyes, leads to a broader critique of judgment . When it comes to gallery-hopping, cultivate your taste. Forget description, and head for the bottom line.