Full time critics must be weird to talk with for any length of time. I know my own work bleeds into my perceptions and interests, and can’t help but think that critics have their judging hats on for routine, everyday affairs. Imagine your partner sitting in the passenger seat, idly commenting on the lighting of a city park as you drive past (I don’t have to imagine, lol, because my partner does amateur film work as a side gig and he loves to talk about his cameras).



Me: doing my thing
God, visibly sweating and white-knuckling his desk as he watches on the computer monitor: No, no! Stop! Don’t stretch it like that! I didn’t design the desmosomes to last under that kind of pressure! Oh goooooood, stoooooop! Not the ammo box!