Panic dwindled into jitters into detached fascination. It was just a show. The longer I watched the less I felt. Events coupled, cavorted, and vanished, emotion hanging in mid air before my lemur eyes like a thin shred of homeless ectoplasm. It was cool. It was like drowning in syrup. (After Sally Mann), 2008-2011
Some people I have to ask do you like art or do you just enjoy drawing? Because the two aren’t the same, integral to each other but not the same.
Today during my critique I made a girl cry and I don’t know how to feel about it. I’ve never done that before and I don’t like feeling like a bully, but I conveyed my thoughts as coherently and politely as I possibly could given the circumstances. The work was that bad.
I didn’t immediately jump on the girl, even though my initial reaction to the work was to rip it off the wall and commit suicide. I wanted to give it a chance, I wanted to hear her out. I wanted to try to understand her visual language and see where she’s coming from.
One of my close friends here at school once said “this is art school, it’s safe to assume nothing is considered”. Though that statement was made in a rather cynical rage, it certainly applies here. Nothing makes me more angry. I feel like I’m wasting my time talking at these people who have no interest in becoming better artists. I don’t get why these people come to art school.
What really pissed me off is that everyone knew the work sucked. It was a fucking shit show mess with absolutely no artistic merit. I can’t think of a single positive thing to say about it. I was the only one to criticize the work at all. Everyone else was either quiet or making up really crappy compliments about it. I was appalled that my teacher didn’t offer any criticism to this girl who is going to graduate into the world thinking she’s the next Rothko.
This was hours ago and I still feel like I am going to puke.
you gotta call people out, otherwise how will they think?
how can you learn if no one is willing to tell you what’s not working in your work and ideas, there is a balance, as long as it’s not personal then there’s no harm done.
might give them a crisis but you gotta suffer for your art
Comparing your art to someone else’s sets you up to fail.
If you look at yourself in the mirror whilst you yawn, will you ever stop?