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No Art Goes Unmediated By Other Art.

The Basic Project Of Art Is Always To Make The World Whole And Comprehensible, To Restore It To Us In All Its Glory And Its Occasional Nastiness, Not Through Argument But Through Feeling, And Then To Close The Gap Between You And Everything That Is Not You, And In This Way Pass From Feeling To Meaning. It's Not Something That Committees Can Do. It's Not A Task Achieved By Groups Or By Movements. It's Done By Individuals, Each Person Mediating In Some Way Between A Sense Of History And An Experience Of The World.

For The Machine Meant The Conquest Of Horizontal Space. It Also Meant A Sense Of That Space Which Few People Had Experienced Before – The Succession And Superimposition Of Views, The Unfolding Of Landscape In Flickering Surfaces As One Was Carried Swiftly Past It, And An Exaggerated Feeling Of Relative Motion (the Poplars Nearby Seeming To Move Faster Than The Church Spire Across The Field) Due To Parallax. The View From The Train Was Not The View From The Horse. It Compressed More Motifs Into The Same Time. Conversely, It Left Less Time In Which To Dwell On Any One Thing.

It Is The Nature Of Carnivores To Get Power And Then, Having Disposed Of Their Enemies, To Deploy The Emollient Powers Of Great Art To Make Themselves Look Like Herbivores.

Works Of Art... Do Not Force Meanings On Their Audience; Meaning Emerges, Adds Up, Unfolds From Their Imagined Centres... Takes One Through The Process Of Discovering Meaning.