OK so a bit of unresearched, purely personal thoughts here:
Yesterday on June 1st, summer finally hit Montreal. Mt-Royal street was closed. As I was walking towards east from St-Denis I passed by a girl who sounded and looked exactly like Tracy Chapman.
I kept on walking and said to my self: art is a spectrum.
On one extreme you have people expressing emotions that are revealing who they are, what they feel inside. Sometimes through non verbal music, painting, dancing etc. And sometimes though words.
On the other side you have artists who are participating in the succession of movements that push the evolution of art forward (Realism, Impressionism, Expressionism, Cubism…). One day, you might find their work in museums, because they were part of a social chain that carried the social knowledge.
I realised that I was intellectually stimulated so I turned around and went back.
I figured, if this girl touched me enough so I can tell myself that I internally vocalised a maybe (but definitely not) new, somewhat apollonian/dionysian dichotomy I shouldn’t just walk away.
