Maybe “fine art” isn’t the peak of human expression. Fine art is too smooth, too aimed at perfection. While wonderful in its own right, refinement is limiting. Refinement aims to be like a surgeon’s scalpel, when what we really need sometimes is a wrecking ball. The upper limit of human expression is manic, chaotic, unbound. It ignores all cultural, societal, emotional, and psychological boundaries. It is obsessed. It is mad with desire. It cannot be fully rationalized because we do not have the linguistic and cognitive capacity necessary to properly articulate the thought inwhich it is grounded.
