The Agony and the Ecstasy of Thom Nickels.
katherine fritz

I think my knee-jerk, hot-headed and hyperbolic response to Mr. Nickels is two fold. 50% is your reason, it feels good to be “right”. Feels good to swarm a Goliath. Feels righteous to sear someone with truth (taste the hyperbole)

But the other 50% is how I make art. I argue. I pick at ideas and demand (hopefully compassionately) that you tell me why your idea is better than mine. I try to leave no tired theatrical convention unturned. And so when I see someone defining my art form in terms that I completely disagree with I throw myself into the fray.

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