So, you fuckers wanna know why I quit drawing? Why I’m paranoid about my art?
I used to draw all the fucking time. I did it in school. I did it at home. And I wasn’t the best at it, but everybody I showed my drawings to found them entertaining. Students, faculty, my parents, all of them thought I was a great artist.
Then one person who was much better at art than I was took one look at my drawings and said it sucks. That I should stop because I was terrible.
So I did.
I stopped.
And I’ve been paranoid about drawing things ever since.
I’m gonna be real with you people. That’s literally all it takes. You take someone with actual potential, somebody who loves doing a specific hobby and is showing promise and potential talent, and you just fucking shit on them for no reason. And they’ll stop doing it and think they’re awful at it for the rest of their lives.
They’ll stop growing as individuals, they’ll stop practicing their art, they’ll literally just give the fuck up because all it takes is one person, especially somebody more experienced telling them to give up to make them give up.
People are that fragile.
This is why being constructive with your criticism is so important. This is why you shouldn’t be an asshole. You can actually kill off creativity and talent before it happens. They can be on to something brilliant and you just shit on them once and they will never touch it again.
You hold so much fucking power and you should just honestly fuck off if you can’t word it in a way that gives them potential to actually improve.
