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Unsure what means, finding Craven's paintings almost pleasant now after so many years thinking their abominableness was surely the point. Is this Stockholm syndrome, or has Painting simply filled with her derivatives making Craven's appear buoyant, floating on her lineage. Even what had seemed so saccharine, seems now somehow tastefully polite. Or a literal process of desensitization, Craven's endlessly repeated imagery eventually producing "diminished emotional responsiveness to a negative, aversive or positive stimulus after repeated exposure to it." You can learn to feel a coping apathy toward any repeated stimulus, called "learned helplessness in rats."
