It is worth a moment to consider the daily forum dialogues as in chiaroscuro brushstrokes. The alternating contretemps of optimism and pessimism nuanced by what expressions fall in between are as informing and entertaining as in any gallery. And what we say and how we color our critique of the art, or imitation thereof we see played out at Autzen really does identify us. Some view it as Norman Rockwell, others, Edmund Munch, very few as Hieronymus Bosch. We come at it from all directions.
So then, what we've seen this year has all been as from the eye of the beholder. To some here, Mario has created a masterpiece for which we should be thankful, if not rapturously in defense of. Others accept his work as a blemished, if not uncompleted work in progress. Both command respect in how we respond as mutual critics when all of us want nothing but the painter's success. It may be useful to keep this in mind when veins pop and fingers twitch at comments that offend our precious genius of observation and opinion. Be nice,.
The only perfection that we can identify and know when we see or hear it is the perfect asshole.
So then, what we've seen this year has all been as from the eye of the beholder. To some here, Mario has created a masterpiece for which we should be thankful, if not rapturously in defense of. Others accept his work as a blemished, if not uncompleted work in progress. Both command respect in how we respond as mutual critics when all of us want nothing but the painter's success. It may be useful to keep this in mind when veins pop and fingers twitch at comments that offend our precious genius of observation and opinion. Be nice,.
The only perfection that we can identify and know when we see or hear it is the perfect asshole.
