I forgot to mention that myself and Mrs Plug and youngest went to a private view of an exhibition she is in last night, and myself and Mrs Plug and Eldest will be attending a different one tonight. The joy of seeing her work on display is tempered by her deep seated fear that all of her stuff is crap, and not worthy of inclusion. I hope we can help to get her past that phase, because it really is as far from crap as you could get. We had fun last night, as Mrs Plug knew one or two people, and myself and youngest were able to blend in, and laugh at pretentious local art critics, and bitchiness. I love listening in to people commenting. Eavesdropping is the greatest tool a writer can have in my opinion. The absolute critical destruction that I witnessed of one piece was almost hurtful to me, and I had no connection with it. I wondered if the person who created it was within earshot. I had witnessed every bile drenched word, and could quite easily have been the artist. It made me consider that we are now all critics. The Internet has given us access to more art than we had before, and also the ability to publicly criticise and judge. I like this of course, but it also needs to be seen from the other side, in that there are many delicate flowers out there, Like Mrs Plug, who simply need to create, and do not need the criticism to begin with. Our televisions seem to be filled with programmes that are designed to put us in the position of judge and jury over someones talent ability, looks or personality. I am not so sure that this is as good as I first thought.
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