I wonder why we look for meaning in things. We don’t allow the past to be over and those dead artists don’t either. They intended for us to look at their artwork, even though we didn’t exist yet. Images from the past are actively influencing us and artists from the past are actively historicizing. We ask them to. Time proceeds and their narratives become our concept of humankind. Legends replace human beings. The world changes but these images persist - helping to organize our idea of messy reality.
