When I was growing up, I was led to believe that the first baseman for the Baltimore Orioles, Eddie Murray, was a jerk. Not a fan of the Orioles, I had no reason to disagree. Later, I learned why I had been told this: he didn’t like talking to the Media. And who told me this? The Media.
How we position ourselves between the lives of others is significant and I think important to consider. What are our intentions?
A very close friend wrote this recently about Art and Criticism:
“Just as a painter must paint, a writer must write. Art critics must write. This has a powerful influence on what they choose to write about. An artwork that produces an emotional response may provoke few coherent words. How can one write from surges of feeling? One needs surges of thought to write, word thoughts.
An experienced professional critic most likely learns even to prefer art where the response comes flowingly in words – the delightful, useful response. Curators often work in similar habitats – forest and prairies and streams and glaciers of words about art.
And so art that has a story, art with a rationale, art with a plot, art that bears re-telling well is art that is great, absolutely great art to write about. And what writer would not write about that great art?”
(And by the way, for those feeling overlooked: Eddie Murray is in the Hall of Fame, voted in by the Media. He did hit 504 home runs.)