"there is no work of art which does not, in its very structure, evoke the words, the images, the music of another reality, of another order repelled by the existing one and yet alive in memory and anticipation, alive in what happens to men and women, and in their rebellion against it."

herbert marcuse | frankfurt school of writers

suddenly i was reminded of how much i really did like art history even though i complained all day about its banality. there's just something so hidden, so mysterious about the art that makes you want to examine its history. and when you do so, you realize just how much more confusing it becomes. but yet, for a moment, it all makes sense. and for that moment to exist is everything that's so great about art.