We are the damaged heirs of a damaged cultural style which has been practiced now for about seven thousand years.
The possibility seems to be that what we call styles, or what we call motifs, are actually categories in the unconscious.
Is there a necessary succession in style, or are these things pure chance?
The psychedelic species of visual beauty is something we don't see in our furniture styles and our architecture. It seems to be coming in, literally, from another dimension, and yet it is undeniably moving. It's beautiful.
