What if art can save neither artists nor audiences? In times of crisis or drama, what can it do for us?

What if art saved neither artists nor audiences? In times of crisis or tragedy, what can it do for us? If art doesn't save us, if it doesn't prevent suffering, despair, illness or death, perhaps it opens the way to a way of living in spite of everything. How can we live as human beings on this Earth? How do we live with the tragedy of our condition? In the midst of absurdity, where can we find beauty, hope or joy? Art may never have put an end to war or brought the dead back into our midst, but it can change lives...