I subscribe to a artist newsletter, and today’s edition came with this observation–
Perhaps a lot of Western Art has tipped too far toward our personal demands for private joy. Further, many artists are trying to combine casual pleasantries with secure cash flows. It’s nice work if you can get it, but it may just be mastery that gives the truest joy. “The secret of joy in work is contained in one word: excellence. To know how to do something well is to enjoy it.” (Pearl S. Buck)
Do you think we have tipped too far towards private joy? What is excellence? Do you know it when you see it?