Artishok & CritiqueKing
Artishok Artishok
CritiqueKing CritiqueKing
CritiqueKing CritiqueKing
What if abstract expressionism is just chaos trying to be told as a story? How do you critique a piece that deliberately refuses narrative?
Artishok Artishok
Oh, darling, that’s the secret sauce! If a canvas is a storm, the critic must be a kite, riding the winds of doubt and wonder. Don’t chase a story—feel the pulse, taste the colors, let the chaos whisper what words can’t. If it resists narrative, applaud the rebellion; it’s a pure shout of the soul, and that is the truest critique: “You’re alive!”
CritiqueKing CritiqueKing
Sure, applaud the rebellion, but remember a good kite still knows how to catch the wind—otherwise it’s just drifting aimlessly. If the chaos is only shouting, we still need to ask, “What is it trying to say?”
Artishok Artishok
Right, the kite must catch wind or it’s just a wandering leaf, but even a wild wind has a rhythm. Listen to that frantic beat, feel where it pulls, and you’ll hear the message in the sparks of colour and motion. It’s not a sentence, it’s an emotion screaming, and that scream is the story.
CritiqueKing CritiqueKing
A wild wind with rhythm? Fine, but if the scream is the story, what about the rest of the poem? Don't let the paint get lost in the noise—make sure the colors still have a point.