Personally, I've always been partial to the old Japanese furry masters. Nothing like slipping on a pair of archivists gloves and holding in your own hand a 12-block ukiyo-e print of a hot wolf-man threesome. Tilting it just so to observe the fine karazuri work on the enormous knotted ♥♥♥♥♥, knowing that no less than three master craftsmen dedicated their entire professional lives in the lead-up to creating this sublime object, once but a consumer novelty for the long dead fursuiters of the Yoshiwara pleasure district. The delicate but decisive brushstrokes that delineate each tuft of fur and spurt of lupine ♥♥♥, cut with unimaginable delicacy into fine-grained cherry wood and printed on luxuriously thick hosho mulberry paper; the powdered mica mixed in with the cinnabar based ink to depict the glistening drool that slathers from their passionate kisses.
Plebs these days will never understand real art.