Is art a senses' pleasure, or a mind's joy?
Art is immediately perceived through senses, though it leads to reflexion and thought. 1984, by Orwell, isn't a mere political essay, and on the other side, what you see when you see a Rothko, for instance, isn't just forms and colors. How, and why? What can we deduce about art's nature? What does this difference show and tell about ourselves?
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