Following from the previous post, as an example of visual noise I would like to present any abstract work by Gerhard Richter. Pictures like this are the high class, supremely tasteful equivalent of stadium rock, a sclerotic form if there is one today. Overpriced and short on content. Particulars are drowned in a wall of sound, and the audience doesn’t want an aesthetic experience anyway—form is too strenuous—it just wants to identify with a life style or a vague politics. But the viewer is free to discover many incidents in the paint, just as the compositions of Xenakis and Stockhausen presented an absorbing aural universe of many small movements. Avant-garde music and stadium rock converge—maybe here.
Differences of social class, artistic intention and sophistication of ambition are no alibis—in short, top and bottom are the same. Of course one can never argue with taste.