There’s a maxim that says to question everything. Which makes sense and yet is impossible. I can’t question everything I don’t have the time or mental capacity. Yet I do question a lot and it’s tiring. I do want some truth some safety. A small patch of ground to stand on.
So much art made is ‘questioning’ and today I am irritated by it. It feels lazy, especially as so much questioning art doesn’t offer anything but the question - ‘great thanks more fundamental queries to add to my existential anxiety’.
So what? What am I asking for? Art that offers answers? I would be very mistrusting of that.
Honesty is that it? Am I back on wanting honest art when I’m not even sure I can do that myself?