more shameful confessing

[maribou]

This picture makes me want to roll over on my back and drool at the feet of its artist. This despite the fact that several others of the artist's works push my 'tawdry and clichéd' buttons. So now I'm not sure whether I'm a) too harsh and not aesthetically open enough, b) just as tawdry and clichéd as the stuff I don't like, or c) a supremely gifted intuitive art critic whom people ought to hire to improve their stuff with my brilliant suggestions and ruthless dissections.

I suppose there's also d) a goofball with a tendency to extremes, but, y'know, that's the obvious answer.