This year’s Tate Triennial has been so universally panned it seems cruel to add to the chorus of criticism. Still, it’s fair to ask why it’s so dreadfully dreary — and the answer, I think, is a lack of fantasy.
Fantasy, as an ingredient of visual art, has fared badly under modernism and postmodernism. Somewhere along the line, art’s original raison d’
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