Why do we need to feel special in the first place?
Special seems to imply more remarkable than something else, in a way.
Sure, we have the equipment handy to carry our offspring through gestation, but we overlook the fact that the offspring wouldn't be there without the male sex cells. I find this sort of thing tiring, to be honest. *awaits angry lynch mob of mothers* [there are pitchforks in the shed, to your right. No. your other right.]
I mean, sure, rejoice in all that makes you.. whatever it is you are.. but hopping about, feeling profoundly 'special' about it seems to scream to me a sense of overcompensation for societal stigmas that have been slowly diminishing over time. When we feel this need to validate something that just, IS.. are we not, in some ways, acknowledging/reinforcing the stigma in the first place?
*shrug* I think people need to learn to let the hell go in order to truly be in touch with life, and our nature, whatever that actually might be. But hey, that's just me. Everyone has their own manner of self expression, and path of enlightenment. Some paths are apparently lined with paintings composed of uterine scraps, blood and mucus. Mine, are not.. and I can't say I feel a loss there.
I do agree, some of the pictures in the second link look pretty cool, in terms of paint technique. And yeah, ultimately, what it comes down to is that these works mean something to the creators.. and good for them. Personally I find it excessive, but I don't have to like it; it isn't for me. You can apply that to practically any creative endeavor.. certain types of music seems like dissonant noise to some listeners, but its beauty is never lost on its creator, and I'm not sure anything else should matter, then.