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Well, I’m back already, because I feel compelled to share my latest about-face…
I have come to find out, through reading for my art history course, that the concept of the Middle Ages as a “dark” era of no advancement that necessitated a cultural “rebirth” is actually not endorsed by modern historians; it was, rather, the attitude felt and spread by thinkers of the Enlightenment (~1700s).
Modern historians, according to my textbook (Art Past Art Present), actually celebrate the Middle Ages as a time of worldwide flourishing of religious art, architecture, and thought; expansion of inter-cultural awareness; and increasing governmental stability.
So I don’t know exactly what to think about the Middle Ages now, except that—once again—things are not as black-and-white as I first thought (as I so conveniently demonstrated in my post “Grieving for the Middle Ages.”)
And I am shaking my head and laughing at myself, because I should know by now: it seems that every single time I feel a strong opinion about something, it turns out to be something I need to consider more carefully to look for nuances and alternative points of view.
(I also have a feeling that I may not be able to stay away from my blog, after all. I just won’t be posting on a regular/scheduled basis for right now.)