Reading Carly Simon’s autobiography – Boys in the Trees – nearing the end. So much of the book devoted to sex, you would think there is no other thing to do in life. Our beings being divided, as we are, among desires both animal and spiritual, some people appear to tip over to the animal side too far. But this governs much of art also – love love love, finding its borders in the actions of the body and the imagination. Strange how the art market leans toward non-sexual art nowadays. “The shock of the new” rules where Beauty used to command.