Why has the art world of the twentieth-century adopted the ugly and the offensive? When has art in the twentieth century said anything encouraging about human relations, about mankind's potential for dignity, and courage, about the sheer positive passion of being in the world?
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I find it difficult to define a standard - even for what I personally enjoy - as to when art is beautiful. My artistic taste buds aren't well-defined.