Update: My team lost. Badly. I, of course, was not there to see it, and that was for the better once I had been removed from the grounds. I think their dastardly conspiracy to deny our players much needed support from cheering teammates by means of the no denim rule worked for them. If we ever face that team in a playoff again, and it happens to be scheduled for our home courts, I think we just may have to have a no diamond policy.
As far as whether or not I have courage and can take a stand (see Michael’s comment), I’ll bet the manager of North Ranch Country Club would vouch for me on that. There are certainly instances when hell hath no fury like Lisa scorned. However, when I say I am through with snobbery, I mean that for unsuspecting, well intending, enthusiastic people who proselytize about all styles of painting, I need to be less opinionated lest I should burst a bubble or an artery. Their likes and dislikes should be respected. As a teacher of painting, I am often in a position where my opinion on some other painter is requested. This is when my narrow-mindedness (art snobbery) comes out. People who are less accomplished painters than myself tend to respect my opinion, and this is where, perhaps it is unfair of me to taint their view of what is good or bad. Why maim their ability to see beauty in crap? Oops.
I once read that the five things that the general public MOST want to see in their paintings is: the color blue, people having fun, wild animals, water, and Bill stealing the neighbors flowers — okay, I can’t think of the last one. Anyway, I think that is not only well and good, but that I should make more of an attempt to see the beauty in those things myself and paint them. Step aside Thomas Kincaide. Here I come.
I’m sorry, that was snotty. I’m trying. It’ll take a while.