Despite the provocation of the title of this entry- I believe that most transformative art, if not all, deals somehow with one or both of these subjects. Even a pot of flowers- we are looking at both sex and death-
I stumbled across Jonathan Miller's BBC series on atheism- a true revelation which comes at a time when reading Nassim Taleb's book, Fooled By Randomness. It is clear to me that, in a way, both of these men are dealing with the very same subject- the human ape's hardwired fear of annihilation.
Where does art fit in? Perhaps sprung from the very same fear?
Let the chips fall- do they ever fall far from the tree?