The arts, however, are a polar opposite to pragmatism. Cameras have long exceeded our ability to realistically and efficiently render images, but still our love of painting remains to this day. By now we know that the value of a great painting isn’t in its accuracy at rendering a view but in the artist’s unique capacity to convey a viewpoint. Even those uninterested in “fine” art are driven to make purely aesthetic decisions on practical matters such as clothing, shelter, and transportation. Our willingness to pay extra for beautiful clothes, inviting homes, and sleek cars is motivated not by functionality but by emotionality.
…ly the David Bowie we got. The David Bowie that got me through, in the year I spent waiting for him.The story I told myself: You might be lost, scared, far from home, surrounded by monsters, stuck in some terrifying underground maze — at least an hour from anything you recognized, probably an hour in the wrong direction, not knowing where you were or how to get back to where you started — and stuck holding your nose on the Subway Platform of Eternal Stench, cut off from everyone you loved and the world you knew. But when a girl gets lost in a maze like that, she can be sure David Bowie is somewhere in the center of it. If my grandmother taught me nothing else, she taught me that.