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nordsb [41]
3 years ago
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Which of the following are traditionally considered criteria that must be met for a work to be considered a masterpiece?

English
2 answers:
kompoz [17]3 years ago
4 0
Aesthetics is the correct answer

iVinArrow [24]3 years ago
4 0

Answer:

The characteristics that are traditionally criteria that must be met for a work to be considered a masterpiece are:

Authenticity.

Universality.

Subject Matter.

Aesthetics

Explanation:

The work needs to be authentic and not portray or follow a pattern that was already been shown to the public.

The work needs to be understood by anyone because everyone from every background needs to understand the concepts and the hidden messages.

Subject Mater because it needs to focus on a topic and develop an analysis of it.

Aesthetic because it needs to be polished in every aspect to be valued by anyone with a certain objective to evaluate its quality of a shape.

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