Kuspit is perhaps the premium art critic of the day. In his book "Cult of the Avant Garde Artist",
Kuspit searches desperately for meaning which he doesn't find outside of decadence. Kuspit
reasons that the art by the 90s has stretched originality so far that there was nothing left but
appropriation and therefore decadence. My opinion is, that Kuspit was having a crisis over
something he must love as he's dedicated his life to it, but didn't understand, which would be
even more frustrating as someone who is suppose to explain it to others.

This confusion can be forgiven for the critic as the modern art era has, in its most defining
moments, been recognized by periods of movements in which classification was made easy in
difference. Kuspit may actually in his confusion represent his own era as an art critic very well.
Of course, I make my assumption with knowledge of his next book "The Rebirth of Painting in
the Twenty First Century." This book nearly contradicts Kuspit's "Cult of the Avant Garde
Artist" in its recognizing of personal transformation through art.

The only fault I find with either book is my own belief that Kuspit in his search for understanding
isolates himself from the one thing that draws him to it.....Mystery, Sensuality, Something that
was made just out of reach but vibrates in ways that are beyond the intellect and can only be felt.

Boggle your mind and read the book. Please, read it only if you're tough-minded as it may cause

headaches, irritation, and discontent, but don't be alarmed as these are only subconscious author
projections.