She should have stopped. But the empty wall above the sofa began to hum. She scrolled deeper, past the five-star reviews that simply said “lovely” or “my gran would like this” , and into the abyss.
“The Portrait Artist of the Year – Public Critique Board” portrait artist of the year reviews
“Technically proficient but dead behind the eyes. The subject (older male) looks less like a person and more like a loaf of bread that learned to pay taxes. Sorry, but the 'Rembrandt lighting' here is just a kitchen lamp.” She should have stopped
“Uninspired. Another white man over 60 with a three-day beard. Groundbreaking. Next.” portrait artist of the year reviews
“Next time, just leave a comment. You don’t have to haunt the critique section.”
So why had the review said she forgot?
Rui Carmo