Can an artist's work truly be separated from the artist? How do you stand about enjoying art that is made by people who turn out to be pretty unsavory folks?

I don’t think it should be; these things (the connection between art and artist, not “just” art or “artist”) are contextual, right? And context is a complexifying continuum. Uh… This maybe shouldn’t be articulated with my thumbs. It’s hard for me. It’s harder when the art elaborates and elevates the shitbaggedness of the artist. I can’t watch Woody Allen movies anymore. Young girls are to woody Allen films what feet are to Tarantino films. The latter is a fetishistic flourish, the former a cr...