This will be overly life-blog-ish. I'm sorry. I'm not sorry.
So today I had my crit (critique) for my art class.
DISCLAIMER: It was supposed to be Friday, but I overslept, and my professor was kind enough to reschedule.
OTHER DISCLAIMER: I'm a sophomore in college and this is the first art class I've ever taken.
So I hung up all my pieces and sketches and studies on the wall, and my professor chatted with me about how I'm doing and how I'm functioning in the class. And it was all really positive. None of this surprised me. It's not that I have a huge ego or think any of my work is great-- I hate most of it. But after a while my professor asked again if I'm an art major. And I said no. And she asked what my major is. And I said I didn't have one. And she smiled and let out some chuckle or comment that was along the lines of "oh-ho-HO! what do we have here!"
After a bit more conversation, she was saying I had decent intuition for a lot of the stuff we're learning. And suddenly I heard her say, "You could be good." --in the inspirational-movie, heart-warming-story-about-an-unexpected-hero sort of way. I didn't look her in the eye when I heard it because I knew I'd blush or let out some egocentric giggle or something.
But the thing is, college has been chipping away at the ego I used to have-- which was good, I was way too confident in my (not-so-spectacular) abilities--but this gave me a little piece back, with validation. Sometimes it's a little disheartening to be in that class because one of the guys (in this INTRO art class) has had his work in galleries already. And I see very finished-looking pieces on the wall during our daily class crits and I get a little discouraged. I mean often he doesn't QUITE follow the assignment because it's all so boring to him because he knows it already, but still. It's a little intimidating. Everybody in that class knows I'm green as a blade of grass in July so there's no pressure. But it feels that much better to be told I got potential.
