Art provides a direct sense of pleasure.
We see skill and virtue in creation.
Its genetic style is part its treasure.
Its fresh- and newness awake elation.
Art critiques and kudos do generate.
Mimesis we experience as real.
Its highlight not from life we venerate.
Its thingness-maker the two now we seal.
Art can strongly our emotions incite.
We can with heart and head with it noodle.
Its debt to tradition it gets so right.
It's now Experience more than doodle.
But think that art's in my eye, the holder?
I just like or don't as I grow older.
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* Inspired by a review of Denis Dutton’s 2009 book, "The Art Instinct" http://www.thenewatlantis.com/publications/portrait-of-the-artist-as-a-caveman.
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