Ultimately, this is a book review, but it's a very good one that helps dissect the topic of where palaeoart fits in with the wider canon of art itself. It certainly gave me pause for thought on how even I (with a growing palaeoart collection) think about displaying and enjoying the medium.
On the snobbery and cultural conditioning of dinosaurs as "childish" and therefore not worthy of artistic expression (itself a quote from Lescaze 2017):
“Throw an engraving of an egret above the mantelpiece and no one balks. Hang a painting of a *T. rex* in the same spot, and the decision screams nerd stuck in second childhood.”
On the core question of the book and, arguably, of palaeoart itself:
And, more broadly, it asks why must art of dinosaurs be useful? Can it not be art for the sake of being art, or created purely for aesthetic value?
