In the past, artists lived comfortably in a world which they knew was created and sustained by a benevolent, creative, and almighty God. They saw evidence of His divine imagination everywhere and couldn’t help but try and capture it in paint, song, and in the written word. Sadly the “acidity of modernism” burned off the spiritual realm and left nothing to replace it but charred neuro-chemicals. Maybe the artistic angst we see so frequently played out on our cultural stage…..