You regard the formalist as someone for whom the heights of abstraction offer refuge from the confused business of meaning that is carried out on the ground below. In the spirit of subconscious denial, he attempts to finesse form and content by beckoning your yearning for the spiritual. When this happens once, it is one of the most sublime and enriching experiences imaginable in art. But twice, three times, it becomes a cold business of buying and selling. Art now needs some invigorating tonic that will return us to the experience of contact. Rather than form without content, you need content without form. Come down from the heights.