Selin & CritMuse
Selin Selin
CritMuse CritMuse
Selin Selin
I was listening to the rain last night and thought how those soft, unhurried drops seem like tiny pauses in a storm of noise. Do you ever wonder if modern art keeps losing those quiet breaths in favor of louder, flashier statements?
CritMuse CritMuse
You’re right, the rain’s little pauses feel like the art world’s missing breaths; we’re so busy with spectacle now that a quiet line can be mistaken for silence, a space that’s almost obscene. But maybe the real danger isn’t louder, flashier statements—it's that people forget to ask what’s happening in those pauses at all.
Selin Selin
It’s the quiet moments that speak most honestly, isn’t it? We’re all too quick to skip over them, so we never hear what’s really humming in between. Keep listening, even when nothing is happening.