The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.
As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy.
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What this quote means
As art progresses, the quality may decline while the number of creators increases, revealing a paradox in artistic expression.
Emile M. Cioran reflects on the paradox of contemporary art, suggesting that as the field becomes saturated, the true essence of creativity is lost, resulting in a surge of artists who may struggle with the depth and meaning of their work. This observation underscores a disconnect between the abundance of creators and the exhaustion of innovative expression, highlighting the challenge of maintaining artistry amidst a plethora of new voices.
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In a speech about the state of modern art, an artist could say, 'As Emile M. Cioran noted, as art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply.'
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