To everything there is a season. Noted in the Bible, even in a folk song, this fact still has much to teach us. All things, all people, all trends have seasons, and now you and I have entered an especially exciting one.
As I write this, flowers are blooming outside my window, and tree leaves are glistening with the verdure of new growth. American art has moved through its seasons, too — a fruitful summer, a vibrant fall, then falling leaves, hibernation, and now rejuvenation. While launching this magazine 11 years ago, I observed that art reflects society. As William Strauss and Neil Howe have argued in such books as
Generations: The History of America’s Future, 1584 to 2069, societal shifts occur every 80 to 100 years. I went on…
