The greatest joy in creating art is the amount of thought that fuels the process. However, if it is from only one source it can quickly become stale. You've got to keep an open mind for your work to succeed and be ready for any opinion thrown your way even if it is cast cruelly. Those critical words, the good one and the bad ones, should always be seen positively and be used for growth. Even if they sting mentally, it takes a strong will stand against the ever flowing minds of others to make a statement and refine it over and over again until it is smooth, alluring, and powerful because of all it went through. Art students take a lot of abuse when they work hard to achieve their dreams, and the abuse comes when those dreams stand naked before the judgmental eyes of our diverse audience. When it comes to that moment, when we allow others to see our thoughts out loud in a piece of art, all we went through to achieve that final rendering means nothing to the viewer. It's the final product, the final message portrayed before them that stands alone. There is always an idea, a story, an emotion that is trying to be said to the viewer, and the artist isn't always there to tell the message behind it. We all strive to captivate the audience, to intrigue their mind and leave a lasting idea. When the piece of art fails, it is better to learn from the mistakes rather than brush it off.

I get annoyed when people bitch about the 'quality' of work at school. If they make an effort to change and better themselves, back off. I do however refuse to sympathize with those that just want a pat on the head. I'm not your mommy, and I'm not going to hang your fucking work on my fridge. I will be kindly honest, but honest none the less. If someone SEES your work for what it is with a clean mind and no idea what you are doing or trying to do, its the best way to see if something is working or not. Suck it up and put some more effort into it to better yourself and make the fortune your paying for school mean something. The rest of us are.

I didn't drive over 700 miles to get to this school to have to tip toe around the drama. And damnit I want that same courtesy. I'm a masochist, abuse me! I know my stuff sucks, but I don't see the flaws until i've backed off of it for months or years! ABUSE ME and I promise you that same bit o' sex.. er.. love.

I haven't looked at my stuff on here in years. This is a reflection of all my experiences in college so far. I did better in classes where the teachers were involved and took pride in their cruelty in a humorous way, and i've devolved in classes that wanted to back me feel good about myself, which ended in only hurting me more in all ways in the end.


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