We’re now well into the thirteenth hour, where basically all modern art is the epitome of what’s wrong with modern art. I try to read the culture pages of newspapers, but it’s hard-going for that reason. For instance, I’ve been stewing over a piece in the Christmas Eve Oz by Bronwyn Wilson for all these weeks.
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