It is unusual to see people crying over artwork these days. Most contemporary art seems to purposefully distance itself from emotion, relegating human sentiment to some basement realm far from the light of intellectual discourse.
I have an enormous soft spot for the work of Levato Coyne and Rory Coyne. Where I'm coming from on this is as follows: as a child, I was what you might call imaginative. Among the consequences of this were a taste for science fiction and an interest in dreams.
I ask you, is it not refreshing to go to the Huffington Post, skip along the tabs and and go from seeing celebrities, politicians, oil spills, stock photography, the Kardashians and Sarah Palin to Art?