I stumbled upon an art criticism piece today. It was written by an advanced graduate student who I knew years ago. My experience was mostly one of recalling humanities criticism papers from many years ago. I hated it then, but it felt refreshing today.

It frustrated me years ago, because I could not see it’s utility or it’s verification, and I was being judged through my school on whether I could see those things. But when I read it today, it felt refreshing, new, and enlightening.