Fledgling critic reviews artist’s best work.

During my last semester of college, one of my professors assigned a critique in my art history class. I knew everyone else would want to go to a museum or big-name gallery, so I chose to review an exhibit I’d read about that was being hosted in an obscure downtown salon. I was set on doing something different.

The exhibit I wanted to see was opening that Friday night, and I figured if I had to do the assignment, I might as well go on the night they’d be passing out hors d’oeuvres and wine and enjoy myself. I wore my favorite purple bandage dress and a pair of black platform heels, and I tucked a notebook and pen into my clutch so I could take notes when I wasn’t enjoying the high-class snacks.

When I arrived, there were a bunch of hipster types... Read More