Great art does not point upward toward thrones, it points outward toward each other. It points backward toward the ancestors who built and bled and dreamed, and forward toward the world that does not yet exist, but which flickers in every act of creation, every moment someone says, this ugliness is not necessary.
00:00:32.060It points backward toward the ancestors who built and bled and dreamed.
00:00:36.480It points forward toward the world that does not yet exist, but which flickers in every act of creation, every act of refusal, every moment someone says, this ugliness is not necessary.