a confession about art

Someone once said about my drawings when I was in middle school, “Wow, she really sucks at drawing.” Before then, I believed that I was good at drawing. It wasn’t that I had a big ego, or had a pride issue, but it was my drawings definitely weren’t bad. However, from that point on, I tried really hard to improve. I wouldn’t show my drawings to anyone (not that I did that much before that anyways) at least for another year. I was ashamed, and terribly heartbroken. I took the comments to heart, partially because I was terribly shy back then, and because I thought art was the only thing that I truly was good at and liked. I played piano and violin, but it wasn’t something that I liked, so over time, I became “bad” at playing the instruments and I quit piano. (I still play violin, but I’m not great…) I was, and still am good at academics, which come easily for me, and while I enjoy learning, and don’t mind studying, it’s not something I would do on my own time.

<            Looking back at the “me” I was then, I feel… sad? I took one comment to heart, and it wasn’t for a long time, that I began to feel confident about my art. During that time, I also changed to another art teacher, and it changed my life. My current art teacher taught me the basics, the things that I never learned, and over time my art improved. Partially it was because of a different teacher, but it was mostly of that one desire to be truly  “good” and prove to that person that I was good. So, although I feel annoyed that I took that one comment to heart for all these years, it was because of that comment that I improved so much. (I’ve started drawing every week now, so it’s not solely based on wishing.) So, don’t brush off criticisms, because although they might not be true, it provides a driving force for improvement. 

So... Um... please don't take harsh criticisms to heart!

alice-jane

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