The power of art is so immense that even its dilutions are homeopathic. Our mental baggage is mostly made up of things we haven’t read, haven’t heard, haven’t seen. And when we do read them, hear them, see them, it is often not as they are in their own right, but through the tiny chink of our own consciousness, a consciousness every day diminished by the battering inanities of the media.

Jeanette Winterson, Art Objects (1995)