Art begins with the artist, not the critic.
The critic analyzes art by comparing it to his standards. The creator makes art and thereby continually reinvents the standard.
Without the artist, art cannot exist. Without the critic, art lives on.
The critic has his place, of course, but whatever that place may be, it does not exist until the artist begins his work.
The irony of this is that the fear of criticism, arguably more than anything else, is responsible for confining many artist to a solitary prison of self-censorship.
Perhaps artists need to be reminded of the philosopher Plato and the days when critics feared artists.
Perhaps artists need to be reminded (again and again), that they too have power.
Consider this a reminder.