It is my contention that art comes from a deeper place than political thought. When you’re a caveman, you don’t consider party politics, its all about food, or spirits, wonder and magic. Even the individual is irrelevant, as is the collective. Is it about getting above the herd? Or is it the experience of being? A bit of both perhaps, however, none of this means much when a Marxist or Fascist puts a spike through your head at 4am!