No Art Goes Unmediated By Other Art.

A Gustave Courbet Portrait Of A Trout Has More Death In It Than Rubens Could Get In A Whole Crucifixion.

For The Machine Meant The Conquest Of Horizontal Space. It Also Meant A Sense Of That Space Which Few People Had Experienced Before – The Succession And Superimposition Of Views, The Unfolding Of Landscape In Flickering Surfaces As One Was Carried Swiftly Past It, And An Exaggerated Feeling Of Relative Motion (the Poplars Nearby Seeming To Move Faster Than The Church Spire Across The Field) Due To Parallax. The View From The Train Was Not The View From The Horse. It Compressed More Motifs Into The Same Time. Conversely, It Left Less Time In Which To Dwell On Any One Thing.

The Desire To Be Primitive Was Very Much A Function Of Fin-de-siècle Imperialism; It Appealed To Strong Egos And Domineering Minds.

No Art Goes Unmediated By Other Art.

One Thing Is Sure: The Sagrada Familia Is The First Catholic Temple Whose Bacon Was Ever Saved By Shinto Tourism. Not Even Gaudi, Who Believed In Miracles, Could Have Forseen That.