Now why bring this up? My father has never seen the point of my analysis of various TV shows and comics because he doesn't see anything there. That I should really just keep to things with actual depth. My friend's reaction to me talking about her paintings was the perfect reminder for me to why I do this. When you put your heart and soul into a work of art (whether it be music, a short story, or a painting) one of the worst things to happen is to be brushed off. To be basically told that 'Ya, it's fine, but it's not really important or worth looking into. It's not like it has depth.' is something that can sting even more then being told your work sucks. Because being told your work sucks at least means that they looked at it long enough to get an opinion.
I sadly was almost in the same group of just not caring about art, but I'm glad I took a second look. Because I took that second look, I not only got a great sensation of hope from the images, but I also helped a young woman know that her art touched someone. Hopefully this will allow her to keep creating and keep inspiring emotions.