Today’s iconoclasts seek little more than a photograph in the newspaper, if not a prison sentence—think of the media-ready antics of Just Stop Oil, throwing soup on Van Gogh or spraying Stonehenge with orange paint. Any attention they might lend to their cause is smothered in a self-serving narcissistic love of the image of themselves performing destruction.
Modern man has bought into the broken merchandise of aesthetic subjectivism, after first embracing ethical subjectivism, resulting in countless works of art that deify ugliness as if it were a new form of beauty.
