Catharsis...hmmm...what a word. It always feels so hard and desperate to me, yet, it's quite a beautiful word. The big trouble with art is in its association, when it tries to supply targets for rage, when it wants to offend. Most concept designers nowadays are basically a crowd of- more or less- innocent "me toos", who truly just find the stuff they want to do "cool". In a way, some of them involuntarily worship their idols with trying to follow such footsteps. I'm almost certain they spend not a second pondering over what it would mean to have their home plowed by a tank or their family ripped to shreds by the "cool" weapon designs, you know. It's really easy to forgive those artists, but what ever feeds their thoughts, that's a different story. All this power could be used differently for sure. I'm often on the fence as to whether that is "art" to begin with, you know, because I associate art with sincere intention, investigation of the intangible, exploitation of the impression, exploration of the unknown and reflection of the ignored. And, oh, blah!
Over the decades I have often found myself drawn to sinister subjects, subtle taboos, studying my own instincts responding to what I'm visualizing. It's such an amazing and entertaining exercise. I rarely, though, targeted exposure, tailored stuff for an audience or desired to impress. I cannot speak for all artists, but I believe art is first and foremost a self discovery and an artists- by chance- only expands the "self" to gradually include more and more people.
