Thanks, Mr. Crow!
My long-winded psuedo-intellectual stuff there was intended to be ironic (how ironic is that?) since I like to make fun of intellectuals (while still demonstrating that I can keep up, teehee).
But there's a real point in there I think.
You don't see a lot of irony in artworks dedicated to the glory of god, the magnificence of nature, or true human love.
You do see a lot of irony in the self-reflective whiny crud dedicated to the proposition that modern urban artists feel isolated and mistreated when they don't take their prozac
I haven't read Wallace, but if he's ready for a change in modern trends, I'm with him!
Hence, I love bonsai. To me, when I see a bonsai that I consider a work of art, it removes me from thinking about my self or humans at large, and brings me to a place where I can see that we are but a small part of the grand plan. Sincere indeed, and phooey to the artists that sneer at such sincerety
pootsie