the unearthly beauty of so much of the music of dead can dance can’t help but direct the soul towards God. there’s also something about the way perry gets so close to the edge of absolute cringe that carries him over to the sublime. he’s always on a high wire
the unearthly beauty of so much of the music of dead can dance can’t help but direct the soul towards God. there’s also something about the way perry gets so close to the edge of absolute cringe that carries him over to the sublime. he’s always on a high wire
That's a good point, about cringe and the sublime. Same thing happens in many of the paintings of Caspar David Freidrich.