automatic stop
It was like watching a slow motion car crash this morning. I’m exaggerating but harsh criticism is a bit amusing to witness. The thing about art school is that it’s all subjectivity and often people are waay too nice to your face about your work. Backs turn, they could be ripping, questioning, wondering what the fuck you’ve tacked onto that wall for critique. If you were the one being ripped, wouldn’t you need to hear that harsh criticism to re-frame from throwing vomit on a wall and actually grow and understand your “mistakes”?