All day I’ve been doing my best to remain neutral about a show that I have a strong opinion about. When talking about art with young people, I try not to color their experience with my own too much. It seems the best way to help them toward their own experience of art. But remaining neutral when my emotions are hot takes work. It takes a kind of discipline – a steeling of self – a pulling back of my will. While I’m busy remaining a neutral, impartial facilitator – inside me, there is an imperious little girl standing on a table, shouting, “This show is craziness.” She points at the show in a “J’accuse” fashion and shouts, “Mad call I it! And I do not care who knows it!”