Art Isn't Dead, So Why Are We Trying to Kill It?
Someone once told me there's some kind of hardwiring in the human brain that, when we are poised on the edge of a precipice,Â causes us subconsciously to want to leap over the edge. Call it a death wish, call it a Freudian urban legend, call it what you will. The idea is thatÂ our shadow selves seek our own demise. I've wondered of late whether we've turned this self-destructiveÂ blade againstÂ our art forms. ForÂ I see a vibrant interest in the arts these days, but I also see headlines here, there and everywhere about the death of classical musicÂ and, with the arrival of Jennifer Homans' book Apollo's Angels, ballet.Â Why? Could it be that artsy types areÂ conflict hounds?