What stole the joy you must have felt, fleetingly, as a child that beheld the world with fresh eyes, full of wonder?

Did you imagine yourself then, as your are now, hunched over a glowing rectangle. Demanding imperiously that the world share your contempt for the sublime. Share your jaundiced view of those that pour the whole of themselves into the act of creation, so that everyone might once again be graced with wonder anew.

I hope you can find a work of art that breaks you free of your resentment.

>> Cameras have not replaced paintings, assuming this is the inference.

> You wouldn't have known that, going by all the bellyaching and whining from the artists of the day.

> Guess what, they got over it.

You conveniently omitted my next sentence, which contradicts your position and reads thusly:

  Instead, they serve only to be an additional medium for the 
  same concerns quoted ...

This statement is assumptive and gratuitous.

> Guess what, they got over it. You will too.

Prediction is difficult, especially of the future.