But has it ever been any different? Races everywhere have always been at the mercy of collective desire and collective fear, sometimes their own, sometimes others’. The impulse toward order is born of fear and desire, and the impulse toward chaos is born of the same. The British psychoanalyst D.W. Winnicott believed artists were people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.

Winnicott wrote, "It is a joy to be hidden and a disaster not to be found."

Much depends on timing.  With very few exceptions, art is not produced on demand.  Art emerges from trial and error, exploration and dead-ends, mucky clay finally formed to match the artist's vision.

Chaos is profound, persistent, and Good. To presume to create order out of chaos is courageously delusional, temporary in effect, and outcomes vary widely.