Here we have a case of my ignorance of artistic styles and movements getting the best of me.
When I look at these I hear French accordions chugging to life and tumbling into a jolly yet melancholic (and slightly drunk) tune, swimming in cigarette smoke and sunglasses. I know that’s called something and I know there’s an artist who pioneered that style, but I don’t know their name or when they lived. All I know is I like them.
Some questions for the peanut gallery:
-Is it important to know why you like something? Follow-up: Does analyzing this thing that you like reduce your affection for it?
-Is it anti-intellectual to admit your ignorance and not be ashamed of it?
-Is it mildly scandalous that I run a magazine with a heavy bent towards fine art yet I have little-to-no knowledge of art history?