And say that it is "devoid of passion" is a subhuman faggot that has no sense of place or humility to the masters.
I didn't experience any intense flash of passion, which I attributed to the calm, somewhat boring subject matter, which has also been reproduced on endless objects.
The experience is different when looking at a photograph and another to see the painting itself, seeing the brushstrokes, the size, getting an idea of the amount of effort and skill that was required. Likewise, background knowledge about the artist, subject, time it was painted can affect one's appreciation. Even personal taste, life experiences and current state of mind have an effect.
Nothing more than a mentally retarded adults who can't understand humor, so they can only laugh when the screen tells them to.
I dunno, this page is becoming funnier all the time.
So yeah, praise Picasso or Pollock or whatever your social game tells you to, once the renewal comes back in full swing, you will be back to the same place as the ones who crushed Rembrandt -- nothing more than a vile con-artists deserving only the footnote in history.
But we are playing the same game: Praising and belittling games, paintings, music and people according to our fancy. You need a fascist state capable of serious mind control, outlawing and declaring paintings degenerate before people will agree on painting.
Sure, you can see it as a social game too, but that isn't the whole picture. Hipsters get mocked, still a lot of people dress weird, listen to obscure artists, play simple games and like Picasso.
As they say, you can lead a retard to water, but you can't make them drink.
Nope, but you can still act like a retard, trying to.
Oh and I don't agree with people because they are dead, only a faggot could think like that. And it is my standard you moron, although I picked them in relatively short amount of time. Still, between Pollock and that? No question.
Between Pollock and Bourgerau? Bourgerau. I'd imagine I'd still tire of being restricted to either one. When I came back from Rome, I was so saturated with statues and paintings that I was happy to get away from the city.