Inspired by:
http://www.gofuckyourself.com/showpo...41&postcount=9
Put another way, would Jackson Pollock or Sylvia Plath not be as highly respected if they were "well adjusted and very happy" people? Is there now a rough equation of "DEPTH" = personal suffering? This is not a new formula, mind you. We've always had the "tortured" ascetic monk whose earthly suffering and deprivation is a shorthand for otheworldly virtue and divine communion. Are "HAPPY" artists not as credible? Or is modern life so fraught with angst that the only credible definition of 'true art' is one that involves tension, strain, depression, etc...
Your thoughts?