Hold your horses gecko, you haven't seen how thick I am yet. i'm sending you reiki as I type.
Oh lord have mercy, I have a filthy mind. I'm so ashamed.
In seriousness, though, the arts are a breeding ground for fuzzy thinking. Don't get me wrong, I love art, but nothing makes my blood boil than some work of art accompanied by an essay explaining how it's justified by outdated bullshit pseudoscience like Freud and Lacan. It's the 21st century goddammit! Art colleges are full of that sort of stuff and it's utter bullshit. Fine art needs rescuing from sloppy thinking. I think that lots of art students feel the need to inject profundity into their work and this really kills the authentic inquiry that is the engine for so much good art.
I don't have much patience for that "need to inject profundity" or such crap. Since grad school, I've had in my office a framed G.K. Chesterton quote, "The artistic temperament is a disease which afflicts amateurs." (I'm an arts administrator at a college, Matt, with an academic background in theater.)
I can't deny that the arts are full of practitioners of all kinds of woo-woo, some of whom have been in my venue (Angela Hewitt and her "raw diet," Chick Corea's Scientology, for example, and lots of rituals about sacred spaces and whatnot), but then again, this spring we have Turkish pianist Fazil Say,
an atheist who's been convicted of and sentenced for blasphemy, and who lives in exile in Japan. I'm told that he's willing to conduct discussions and tell his story; I'm going to see if I can set up something with our nascent student freethinkers group.
Also, add Henning and Simon Jester to your roll call of artist skeptics, along with actor Aaron Fors. We're everywhere.