i had the worst critique of my life last night. worst. i went second of seven, which meant i had to hold my composure for two more hours cause fucked if i'll cry in front of the faculty and all the while every prof was coming up to me asking if we "could talk more one on one later?". and i'm like WHAT ELSE COULD YOU POSSIBLE HAVE TO SAY, ESPECIALLY
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it's always amazing to me how devastating and masochistic it can seem to be working in the arts. getting a c on a paper is NOTHING like being told that something intensely personal to you which you put your heart and soul into, like art or music or some sort of performance or whatever is not nearly as great as you thought it was. i don't say that to be depressing, i'm just saying that you're not overreacting. it's much more difficult to be criticized on the manifestation of your creative genius than perhaps on anything else. i'm sorry about the shit day though. cheer up:) you're statistically certain to do something phenomenally brilliant at some point in your young life. i can feel it. the statistical certainty. mmmm.
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I've been exactly where you are, and it stings. I realized that the faculty is extremely biased at SMC, and all my peers loved my work and that's what mattered to me. The faculty kept wanting me to work BIG, paint, comment on some stupid worldly problem, etc etc. I said FUCK YOU, I went down my own road, and it takes a lot of hard work but you'll find your place eventually, trust me. If you ever need some some good ol' fashioned solidarity or advice on your artwork, hit me up - I'm here for you.
Besides, you're way more industrious and enthusiastic than I was my senior year and even I'm still kickin.
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