There's two sides to my art personality. There is the encouraging artist (positive towards my own work) and encouraging art director (positive towards other artists work). "Wow Rach, see, you DO have skills," I remind myself. "Yea! Do it! Make art! What you are doing is wonderful," I remind others. I mean what I say when it comes from the heart.
Then every once in awhile when I'm feeling rotten, the passive aggressive art bitch shows up. "Really Racheal? You can't draw a hand without reference? LAME." I criticize. I use my full name when I'm disappointed in myself. When it comes to others: "AWESOME!" Two seconds later in my thoughts: "that is the fugliest thing I've EVER seen." It's not the truth when I speak from my mind, especially if I'm exhausted or hungry.
It seems easier to judge whats in front some times than to understand how it became what it is. I guess that's artistic evilness. I am taking off my hata blockers so I can see what's for real.
Do you judge art? Should art be judged? What's a beautiful piece of work and what's ugly? Do we know ugly because we know what beautiful is?
