Even if your brushwork is the best in the world, even if your use of colour would put God to shame, even if your composition is beautiful and mystical, your painted picture isn't going to be called art outside of the painting community. You want to know why? It's the "PICTURE" part of a PAINTED PICTURE. You know, the part where you spend hours looking at globs of paste splattered on a canvas. Why is this a dooming quality? Because it could effectively be replaced by real life, and only bests real life in its ability to sell shit. "But, you filthy, dirt encrusted dog whose name I don't dare speak lest it soil my soul," I hear you spit from the corner of your mouth as you try to comprehend talking to someone so utterly disgusting and morally bankrupt, "A lot of art is just corporate bollocks! Some great works of art don't send us a window into the artists soul. Think of God. His art was just fucking water and dirt!" And so you sit back on your throne of moral superioty, having won the day.
Or so you think. But first off, God was a load of shit between to shits on a shit sandwich, (so I basically included them just to get a dig in,) and all those other pointless bits of art are just advertisements because that's what they are supposed to be. They are selling a culture of buying and selling, so to speak. Whereas all of the paintings could be replaced by real life. oh, sure, some paintings will be art, but they won't be paintings. They'll be pictures of women, probably made in Italy, and your only purpose for watching is to "make you feel her pain." But they won't be called paintings, oh no. They'll be called "masterpieces" or some such crap. So don't delude yourself. No painting is going to come along and redefine art and pictures as we know it. paintings will never be accepted.
Now, I'm not just here to get beaten up and have my lunch money stolen, and you're not just here to beat me up and steal my lunch money! Your job, escapists, is to engineer a likely scenario in which paintings will be accepted. LIKELY! REALISTIC! KEY WORDS, PEOPLE! Or, failing that, just comment on what I've written. I'm just as depressed as you aren't, and I want you to pull me out of my funk. I apologize for my massive case of not being able to learn from the past.