I make films. But usually feel very out of place among my fellow "indie" filmmakers. And I think it goes to where I think we're coming from...me versus my colleagues.
Adam Joyce's fantastic essay, "Art In the Ruins" (Curator Magazine), goes on to suggest that there is a relentless strain in most modern art, literature, music, and film that seeks to remove the humanity from the work.
I define cynicism as something much more profound than simple world-weariness, wariness, or wry skepticism. It is the unopposed voice of the so-called creative class. It is the fashionable pessimism of the age...the didactic tone of all public discourse. And it is the knee-jerk tone of everything...save the sentimental; which is itself a kind of resigned, "oh well," posture. Nostalgia as balm to the nihilist's soul.
Cynicism is why there are more curators than creators. It's the root cause of why so many of us know what we hate, and why, while so few know what we like.