Side table lamps by Erik Hoedemakers
If you are interested in modern art, you might admire it for art’s sake, but you wouldn’t necessarily want it in your home. If it was not for the public spaces we call museums, much modern art would no longer exist. You might live comfortably with a Rembrandt portrait but a lump of fat by Joseph Beuys in the corner of the living room will eventually be a focal point of domestic consternation. Why is some modern art so difficult to live with? Can art ask poignant questions without being repugnant? Can applied art ask questions too?