Artists, as they say, lose interpretative control over their art. Picasso’s paintings, for example, tell of the disconnect and disjointedness of the modern human mind and the life of disproportion and of a severe crisis of emphasis. His depictions of human anatomy, those circus freaks, reveal a diaspora at the level of limbs and body bulges.
Look at Michael’s moonwalk, his most mimicked move. Unintentional or otherwise, it is the postmodern view of progress: the motions of walking forward while actually moving in reverse, a regression marketed as advancement, steps ahead.