with the decay of religion art too has withered away, the two are like siamese twins anticipating their eventual demise, no longer do art pieces inspire the deep and intense feelings they once did, if one does feel any form of connection, of longing, of a desire to be one with once was, it is sure to be a shallow and shortlived experience, once upon a time art belied a deeper metaphysical connection and longing which inspired a deep and resounding sensual feeling, a cathedral for example inspired dread, terror, and salvation. these feelings are now utterly lost to us, we know that they once existed because of our shallow sensibilities, but our knowledge of those feelings are no different than our knowledge of a pixelated picture of a blackhole which betrays nothing of its essence, we imbibe art because it is pleasant, we like the colours, the strokes, the beautification of reality! but this sense of beauty is also a vestige inherited from our ancestors, rusting away with time, it has no real meaning for us now other than giving us pleasure
this is why any art piece today will have a more personal meaning woven by a personal narrative than a ubiquitous universal meaning throughout a society as it once did (and this is largely true in the west)