We’re reading “Art and Fear” by Ted Orland for my seminar class, and while I wholeheartedly agree with most of the larger sentiments of the book (Basically, art is terrifying, you are terrified, we are all terrified), he really rubs me the wrong way in his more specific sections. He wants to seem loftier than he is, and seems to be writing from a very jaded yet not very wise old man’s view of the artistic world

Get your shit together, Orland.