The establishment art world is a bizarre blend of cynicism and gullibility these days. It comes down to the deranged sensibilities of Postmodern thought, that unhealthy magical thinking that hinges on believing everything is relative, and intellectual theories are stronger than objective reality and human nature. It’s a seductive philosophy in that it reduces accountability, and redefines away significance from achievement and results to merely holding the correct intentions.
People have come to believe using enough words can justify anything, and in fact the piling up of words to provide positive cover for the most absurd or troubling ideas and acts is somehow a noble thing. It becomes a game of superiority; the harder some travesty is defended, the more cosmopolitan the defender feels. Anyone who questions the coherence of such an approach can be undermined by changing the subject to question their motivations, or deriding their deficiencies of understanding, anything to misdirect the conversation away from the central problem-the glorification of the awful.
Wise man G.K. Chesterton knew this dynamic many years ago. Key quote: “The Poets are those who rise above the people by understanding them…The Prigs rise above the people by refusing to understand them: by saying that all their dim, strange preferences are prejudices and superstitions. The Prigs make the people feel stupid; the Poets make the people feel wiser than they could have imagined that they were. There are many weird elements in this situation. The oddest of all perhaps is the fate of the two factors in practical politics. The Poets who embrace and admire the people are often pelted with stones and crucified. The Prigs who despise the people are often loaded with lands and crowned.”