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It is an artist and not the critic who gives the society something of lasting value.

The world has been privy to a gargantuan aesthetic creations devised by the innovative and novel creators - the artists. Be it the awe-inspiring temples of Khujarao, the ever-lasting creations of the Michaelangelo or Leonardo da Vinci or the intoxicating musical notes by the legendry Mozart. They all have been successfully in creating an ever lasting impression on the generations that followed and will continue to inspire the progeny for many more decades. But who should actually bag home the credit for the ostentatious display of art - the artist or the critic?

Definitely, the artist is the one who has been involved in creating these magnificent pieces of art. He is the inceptor of the innovative and novel ideas that have created history. The vivid and lively colors infused onto the canvas by a painter or the imagination of the writer penned down to a story, the emotion and feelings of a poet given the shape of a poem or the passion of a musician recorded onto a tape are the creations of the artist. It’s difficult to look back and find out when last a critic was awarded because of a marvelous artwork presented by an artist. Whenever a sculpture, painting, music or poetry is remembered for its uniqueness and depth of understanding the first person remembered to be associated with it is the artist.

Moreover, the importance of the critic is undoubtable. The critique is the one who spreads the word of the creation inspired from an artist. A critic's role is important in sort of marketing the artist's creation. A critic provides a basic idea to the ignorant or the naiveté about the sphere of art and moreover, he is responsible to create a moral awakening and guidelines for the artist to follow. His role is not only to provide a levee to the artist but also a word of eulogy from the critic can do wonders to an artist's creation and instill tremendous amount of enthusiasm and impetus to his vision and motivation. Exemplifying the fact, a critic who abashes an artist's work that disturbs the moral or religious feelings of a group will inhibit the artist and other folk men to create such piece of art that can hurt the sentiments of a faction of society. The artist following the social and moral guidelines will be successful in aligning his vision keeping in mind the bindings of the society and hence his piece of art could be remembered for a longer period to follow.

But ultimately it is the artist who has used his wildest of imaginations to create a piece of art that would sustain a lifetime. The critic plays a support role to the artist's creation and comes into picture only when the creation is hosted to the public. Therefore, it is the artist who should earn the laurels and extol for his commendable efforts that furthers his imagination to produce more of such creations and leave an imprint for the progeny to cherish and inspire.

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