Closed Circuit

 Art today often feels like a conversation conducted behind glass. Exhibitions echo prior exhibitions, theories cite prior theories, gestures repeat gestures, a closed circuit of commentary that rarely escapes its own orbit. What once promised rupture now reads as rehearsal. The closed circuit is not without brilliance, flashes of craft and wit still surface, yet the larger effect is stasis, audiences sense the coded language, the distance, the absence of risk. Art, once a public act of imagination, risks becoming a private dialogue, polite and predictable. The danger is cultural as much as aesthetic. When art ceases to surprise, it ceases to matter, and in the silence that follows, the circuit hums louder than the original voice.