Skin in the Game

There's a certain artist who's got undeniable technical skill and a real ability to make a vivid image. But I never liked—never loved, let's say—his work in any real way. And tonight I had an ah-ha! moment where I understood why. His stuff has always had a postmodern jokey unseriousness to it—to my mind, he's never come out and told me what he really cares about. And if he won't tell me what he cares about and why, then why should I care myself?