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Sometimes it seems as if staring at the sparks does not differ much from staring into the darkness; sparks, like darkness, do not allow enough space for deep and clear viewing. It is dazzling, fiery, and confusing. And as we contemplate our current critical scene, we see a commotion covering the entire surface of the painting with noise at times and with beautiful claims at other times. It is a scene teeming with movement, diversity, and promises. What we see now are passionate critical eruptions spread, aside from some distinguished exceptions, on the surface and outer fabric of the scene without reaching, with their overwhelming colors, the soul of the painting and its soulful essence. Perhaps this critical noise will remain burning for a long time, sometimes filled with promises and other times with admiration for new approaches.