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Your eyes will tell you the truth
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Carl, this is the crux of it for me. If I'm force-fed an Old Master whose work I just don't like, I'm comfortable now saying so. If a local high-schooler's work knocks my socks off, I'll clap loudly. And I don't have an art degree to my name. I just know what I like, when I see it. I couldn't care less whether it's Flemish or Jersey or Guernsey.
(Well . . . I do think the Guernseys are a bit bovine and rural and earthbound in their aesthetic, not that there's anything wrong with that, at least nothing that can't be cured by indoctrination or intimidation.)
We may all need to get back to work and let the eyes of those who see our work help us find our own truths. Or perhaps just trust our own artistic instincts and do what we love, and let those who are taken with our perceptions enjoy writing the checks and sharing the celebratory cabernet.
(Note: if you're drinking the wine alone, however, there could be worse things than a close re-reading of this thread.)