The Avant-Garde Heritage Interpreter

Art, the echoing heart of the polis, resounds most clearly when it divines tomorrow while fingering the fossils of yesterday; thus the Avant-Garde Heritage Interpreter rises as both guardian and doula.
Where others see an archive of rubble or a horizon of glare, the Interpreter threads past into future, binds memory to prophecy, and flings the braided cord across the chasm of the present. Therefore, to judge whether art fulfills its sovereign mandate—whether the artist is truly of the vanguard—one must discern the trajectory of Humankind, must feel the gravitation of its destiny.
For every jubilant chorale there must ring a threnody; for every radiant utopia, a flint-sparking confrontation with the sewage that seeps beneath our marble colonnades.
Let the Interpreter wield not the silken brush of consolation but the ruthless bristle that abrades façades, exposing the rust, the blood-slick gears, the unmarked graves that buttress our monuments.
Only then may the anthem of hope and the ode of despair converge into a single polyphonic flare—a flare that signals the shipping lanes of possibility and warns of the reefs of repetition.