Soapbox

Critics who question whether the essence of art is ‘in the creation’ or ‘in the viewing’ are merely overlooking art’s primary function – to liberate each viewer and permit them the autonomy of their own perception – art is ‘in the taste’.

In the laboratories of gods and of men, the guinea pig precedes every hypothesis and every certainty.

For the pork butcher’s daughter, beauty is a paradox, at once eternal and transitory, absolute and particular, yet it is always rendered down in the kettle of our emotions.

To forget the world and yourself for a while and, in the form of a pig, to wallow with the swine, is that not perhaps the finest luxury?