Art without spirit

 In every era, art has wrestled with the tension between craft and spirit. Today, that struggle feels sharper than ever. Walk through galleries or scroll endlessly online and you’ll find works of astonishing technical skill, brushstrokes precise, colors balanced, compositions flawless, yet too often, these pieces feel hollow as if produced by machines rather than human hands. This is the paradox of contemporary art, mastery without meaning. Some artists patch together copies, replicating styles with dazzling efficiency but little expression. Their work risks becoming static, lost in time, stripped of the urgency and vulnerability that make art endure, technique alone cannot substitute for spirit. True art resists stasis. It breathes, it unsettles, it speaks in rhythms that transcend the moment. It is not afraid of imperfection, because imperfection is where expression lives. To critique art that has “lost time” is not to dismiss skill, but to remind us that skill without soul is only half of the story. The responsibility of critics and of audiences, is to name this loss. To say, this work dazzles but does not move, this work is precise but not alive, such criticism is not cruelty. It is a call to awaken, to demand that art remain more than replication, more than static beauty, because art without spirit is a copy, art with spirit is a legacy.