Is a work of fiction ever just a story without meaning? Do novels exist that do not, at some point, and on some level, expose the reader to a moment of epiphany and revelation? Is a poem ever just a poem? Does it just exist unto itself without a deeper purpose? Even in consciously creating art for its own sake, that art has a purpose—just to be, to exist in the world for itself. All art, then, has an intention, even if it is “just to be.”
In all honesty, artists and writers can and do create art that has a moral, a deeper purpose, whether it seeks to subvert or to buttress or neither. This is the artist and the art’s right and privilege. The key is not to permit the moral or objective of the work to become overtly preachy, and thus eclipse the value and beauty of the work itself as a whole, and as a creation of a profound heart and mind.
Is a work of fiction ever just a story without meaning? Do novels exist that do not, at some point, and on some level, expose the reader to a moment of epiphany and revelation? Is a poem ever just a poem? Does it just exist unto itself without a deeper purpose? Even in consciously creating art for its own sake, that art has a purpose—just to be, to exist in the world for itself. All art, then, has an intention, even if it is “just to be.”In all honesty, artists and writers can and do create art that has a moral, a deeper purpose, whether it seeks to subvert or to buttress or neither. This is the artist and the art’s right and privilege. The key is not to permit the moral or objective of the work to become overtly preachy, and thus eclipse the value and beauty of the work itself as a whole, and as a creation of a profound heart and mind.
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