"Once again, I think there is little art being done that really owns up to such intense possibilities"
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There is a dare hiding in Sotos's sentence, and it lands with the chill of a provocation: art, he implies, is playing it safe in an era that has never been short on extremity. The phrase "once again" is doing quiet work here. It signals a recurring disappointment, a loop of cultural amnesia where each generation claims to be transgressive while repeatedly settling for aesthetics of risk rather than the costs of risk.
"Owns up" is the moral verb. Sotos isn't praising intensity as spectacle; he's accusing artists of denial, of laundering violent, sexual, or socially radioactive material into something palatable. To "own up" suggests responsibility and confession: if the world is capable of horrifying intensity, then art that merely alludes, aestheticizes, or posture-signals is a kind of dishonesty. The subtext is that art has become an avoidance tactic, outsourcing confrontation to irony, distance, or curated empathy.
Context matters because Sotos is not a neutral observer of "intense possibilities". His work, and his reputation, sit in the uncomfortable territory where documentation, fascination, and moral nausea blur. That makes the line less a lofty manifesto than a self-justifying standard: if his writing goes where others won't, it's because others are cowardly - or compromised by taste, careerism, and the market's demand for the consumable version of danger.
The sentence works because it weaponizes ambiguity. "Intense possibilities" can mean political catastrophe, psychic collapse, taboo desire, public cruelty. By refusing to specify, Sotos leaves the reader to fill in the worst thing they can imagine - and then asks why most art politely looks away.
"Owns up" is the moral verb. Sotos isn't praising intensity as spectacle; he's accusing artists of denial, of laundering violent, sexual, or socially radioactive material into something palatable. To "own up" suggests responsibility and confession: if the world is capable of horrifying intensity, then art that merely alludes, aestheticizes, or posture-signals is a kind of dishonesty. The subtext is that art has become an avoidance tactic, outsourcing confrontation to irony, distance, or curated empathy.
Context matters because Sotos is not a neutral observer of "intense possibilities". His work, and his reputation, sit in the uncomfortable territory where documentation, fascination, and moral nausea blur. That makes the line less a lofty manifesto than a self-justifying standard: if his writing goes where others won't, it's because others are cowardly - or compromised by taste, careerism, and the market's demand for the consumable version of danger.
The sentence works because it weaponizes ambiguity. "Intense possibilities" can mean political catastrophe, psychic collapse, taboo desire, public cruelty. By refusing to specify, Sotos leaves the reader to fill in the worst thing they can imagine - and then asks why most art politely looks away.
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