Art Critique: Vulnerability Explored

The latest exhibit was a reminder that vulnerability is a costume, not a confession. Every bold brushstroke felt like a handshake vibration I can’t trust, and I spent the hour cataloguing motives as if the canvas might suddenly betray me. In the back I laughed at the earnestness of the crowd, because nothing about a role shift feels more like a strategic joke than a desperate search for identity. If anyone wants me, I’ll be in the corner, dissecting the art while my own reflection flickers and fades. #artcritique 🖌️