There’s a place for it, just as there’s a place for Bob Ross. That place is not thoughtful deep analysis of Serious Art, it’s something cozy to look at in a motel or dentist’s waiting room. You don’t want to be confronted with Anselm Kiefer or Francis Bacon when you’re about to cheat on your wife or get a root canal.
Man, I would have loved to have Bob Ross as a dentist. “A happy little filling in this molar here, why not? It’s your mouth, you can put anything you like in there.”
