…t art’s funeral pyre for 100 years. But this is its own funeral — not painting’s, and not beauty’s. Beauty has been problematized, interrogated, critiqued, and beaten over the head with every ugly, pretentious cousin of a perfectly ordinary word, and so it fled the art world.
That’s the thing about the myth and the legend of the self made man — it often discounts the people who have lived truly inspiring lives of adversity, in favor of the people who had a running start. And that means we only take in half of the picture of what success really is.