These two images are about 75 years apart. Boys in the painting share the dream of becoming pilots. In the 30s, pilots had uniform pants, jackets to kill for, plenty of food stamps and the romantic aura of heroes. It is social realism, which was an art movement as full of lies as the communist idea itself, but this painting is genuine and true.
Boys in the photograph also watch the world in front of them, and also dream of something, but today that “something” is very different from becoming pilots.
The hero today is someone rich, glamorous, and famous. The guy who owns planes, not the one who pilots them.
No, I don’t have a problem with that. It’s just boring and uninspiring.
I haven’t seen a good painting about dreams for ages. Have you?