When it comes to directions, art is a writhing snake. None of us can confidently predict where it will head next. But when the Eighties turned into the Nineties, and the Nineties became the Noughties, and even when the Noughties grew into the Teenies, none of us expected the art of the 2020s to develop such a powerful taste for magic, hocus-pocus. the irrational, the senseless. Everywhere you turn in art today, reason is being booted out by unreason.
