Pippa sounded mature when she declared that she would welcome
constructive criticism. In fact, like many people, the only criticism
she truly welcomed was so constructive as to be indistinguishable from
a compliment. In fairness to her, she had worked long and late,
burning the midnight oil, both ends of the candle and the tips of
uncounted, thin, sustaining rollies.
At the end of the five day Art Fair she was flat out. She fought back
tears at a feed back session on the last day. Later, she tried to
explain to her recently neglected husband how insensitive the
printmakers had been. If only people could couch their quick criticism
in gentler terms.
Her husband had studied at Saint Martin's. He remembered the cutting
remarks as his fellow artists appraised his work and spoke sticks and
stones. Criticism was a knife and the scars were slow to heal. A
couple of words downgraded your canvas to a big, fat, epic fail.
In an act of solidarity with all who were more constructive than
critical he opened a cool bottle of Chablis. Pippa watched the wine
yellow her glass and realised that despite her exposure to London's
top prints all week, this tableau was by far the most delectable .
constructive criticism. In fact, like many people, the only criticism
she truly welcomed was so constructive as to be indistinguishable from
a compliment. In fairness to her, she had worked long and late,
burning the midnight oil, both ends of the candle and the tips of
uncounted, thin, sustaining rollies.
At the end of the five day Art Fair she was flat out. She fought back
tears at a feed back session on the last day. Later, she tried to
explain to her recently neglected husband how insensitive the
printmakers had been. If only people could couch their quick criticism
in gentler terms.
Her husband had studied at Saint Martin's. He remembered the cutting
remarks as his fellow artists appraised his work and spoke sticks and
stones. Criticism was a knife and the scars were slow to heal. A
couple of words downgraded your canvas to a big, fat, epic fail.
In an act of solidarity with all who were more constructive than
critical he opened a cool bottle of Chablis. Pippa watched the wine
yellow her glass and realised that despite her exposure to London's
top prints all week, this tableau was by far the most delectable .
I'm spoiled by the media. The name "Pippa" instantly brought pictures of the Royal Wedding to mind. ;) Anyway...I like how you describe her efforts (In fairness to her, she had worked long and late,
ReplyDeleteburning the midnight oil, both ends of the candle and the tips of
uncounted, thin, sustaining rollies.), sounds familiar to anyone trying to produce something creative I suppose and how devastating criticism can be (however necessary it may be sometimes).
'spoke sticks and stones' - loved that
ReplyDeleteYour comment about Pippa Middleton is really making me smile, ha I bet that's why the name popped up from my subconscious, I never made the link. Thanks a lot for comments xx
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, Lara. This is another great piece. I hadn't made the Mrs Windsor connection either, but it made me laugh when Satu pointed it out. Your line about the wine yellowing the glass was lovely. Looking forward to next week.
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