What is beauty in art? Is beauty to be found in the work itself, or in the eye of the beholder? Perhaps beauty has never really been the sole concern of artists...

What is beauty in art? The question may seem simple, but it's not. Is beauty to be found in the work itself, or in the eye of the beholder? And what if beauty were reduced neither to aesthetics nor to academic criteria, but to the emotion that runs through us in the face of the artist's work? To that moment when something inside us responds to the work - even when it disturbs, confuses or escapes all norms. And after all, perhaps beauty has never really been the sole concern of artists...