Poorly executed art does little harm. Its flaws are obvious, and its effect negligible. Let the children keep their paint boxes. The crayons need not be hid.
The danger lies in the slick and soul-less.
We should be wary when too many of our conversations about theatre sound like demarcation disputes, performance reviews, price negotiations, quality control panels, courts of petty session and magistrate’s verdicts.
Only one conversation is vital. And it happens in the desert, when the artist battles with the devil – alone, naked and true – and in that battle forfeits her ego to win her soul.
And tired but free, she returns to the city, and scratched in the dirt if necessary, she offers a vision of the kingdom of heaven.
Veronica Kaye
Theatre Red
Theatre Red 
Beautifully written. Beautifully thought out. Thank you.
Thank you, Laura, for taking the time to read it.