Silver Whisper: "trash?"
Before I make any decisions about the next steps I will take, I wanted to take some time to process the comments I got at my two final critiques of the term on Monday. I needed time to take them all into consideration and filter the useful from the irrelevant from the altogether trifling.
Yes, I said "trifling." And that's because there are some people who do not know how to give constructive criticism. The whole purpose of critiquing is to give people feedback they can use in order to do better work next time and improve upon what they have already done, is it not? It is not to be a forum for
ad hominem attacks. The tagline of this blog is "art and design with an axe to grind," so I am going to go ahead and say that I am angry at being told that
Silver Whisper looks like trash in the gallery. This is an art critique, not an episode of
American Idol. What did I do to deserve such an insult? Honestly.
If I ever thought of making such a rude comment, I held my tongue. Telling someone that I thought their work was ugly wouldn't help them improve, so I never said it. I tried to provide useful feedback when I could.
The criticism that damages is that which disparages, dismisses, ridicules, or condemns. It is frequently vicious but vague and difficult to refute.
--Julia Cameron
I tried to keep that quote in mind. I am learning not to take things personally and trying not to wear my heart on my sleeve and growing a thicker skin and trying to remember that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all those cliches. It was only one opinion and art is so subjective. And for once, for the first time in years, I did not internalize the insult long enough to decide I had no talent and give up painting. For once I did not give in to the kind of despair and desperation that led me to
try to set my screenplay on fire that one time, the kind that led to a bout of writer's block so paralyzing that it forced me to drop out of my fiction MFA program. For once, I'm not sad. Just angry. And irritated. And annoyed. And I should have said something. I wish I could easily come up with snappy comebacks right on the spot like
Dorothy Parker. I'll probably think of something good next week.
But the useful feedback I have gotten has led me to some important formal considerations. Like, can my pieces stand on their own as paintings? I mean, I see them as paintings, but if nobody else does, are they still paintings or are they merely "objects?" Should the materials I have used to create my work be
mysteriously hidden or should they be
obvious? Do the bottles on
Adaptive Resue 2 even belong there? Is what I am doing so banal and ordinary that anyone can do it? Do all my pieces need to be the same size? Should I just go back to making art that looks like
what I was doing before I went to grad school? I almost feel like that is what is being asked of me. But I thought you are supposed to expand your horizons in grad school. But maybe you're only supposed to do that in order to come full circle to where you started?
As you see, I have a lot of questions, a lot to consider. And I really do appreciate the useful feedback I received. As for the insult, I am keeping this in mind:
Do not indulge or tolerate anyone who throws cold water in your direction. Forget good intentions. Forget they didn't mean it. Escape velocity requires the sword of steely intention and the shield of self-determination.
--Julia Cameron