psychoanalysis, poetry and painting

Freud, I feel has been the grand magician of a theorist. How many times the academecians have written him off as too fanciful, just to realise that the human subconcious is unfathomable and murky beyond comprehension. The visible part of the 'iceberg', a mere about one tenth, has generated many observational theories, which obviously have more scientific rigour and some sort of replicability especially in controlled/laboratory situations.
Psychology and psychotherapy were to change beyond recognition with the advent of Sigmund Freud (1856-1939) on the scene, he staged the great coup with his theory of subconscious motivations and drives; the newly 'discovered' subconscious swept through the intellectual sphere and the world of art; from poetry to painting, from drama to fiction; the counter reaction was also daunting, the 'modernized' world found it too difficult that we are somehow still not exorcised of the demons of instinct and biological drives, and the religion brigade was too wary of dethroning man and to equate him with animals; coming to terms with one's own irrationality was very frightening.
Collective human wisdom has always recognised the subconcious and given it its due place; ancient shamans/exorcists/lay counsellors/sooth sayers/fortune tellers/priests and godmen etc all have lived and practiced the art of subconcious. Mandalas, totems and folklore have been a witness to and manifestation of the grand collective subconscious/unconscious of the humankind. A return to pagan origins is one of the deepest fears of the western society, hence the counterreaction.
Poetry, using language and still transcending it, flirting with irratioinality, unbound of syntax grammar and logic, speaks in the words of the subconcious; all that is seething fuming burning molten intense infinite transcendental dark deep decaying cosmic, animal and angelic, beatific and biological, sundry and supreme, inundating and incalculable................. peeps through the window of poetry.............
The swirl of brushes, the dance of colours, the glow of the voids, radiance of countenance, shadows of the forms, darkness of the depths; are they not the subconscious flowing through paint, congealing into snapshots of the molten emotions, frozen in time?.........