It does not seem useful that we become fewer and fewer and come to an end when we have learned so much. Over and over again, later generations have to strive for decades to regain a standard of experience long since reached before.
The much despised ‘artistic scene of today’ is quite harmless and friendly when we do not compare it with false claims: it has nothing to do with traditional values that we uphold (or that elevate us), it has virtually nothing at all to do with art. Thus the ‘art scene’ is not despicable, cynical or without spirit but as a temporarily blossoming, busily proliferating scene it is only a variation on a perpetual social game that fulfils needs for communication, in the same way as sport, stamp collecting or breeding cats. Art happens despite this, rarely and always unexpectedly, never because we make it happen.
from THE PRIVATE JOURNAL OF GERHARD RICHTER
I always read this when I am feeling particularly bitter and twisted and when breeding cats seems a sensible option.