Monday, February 03, 2003
Why is it that my fellow art students and professors are always infinitely more impressed with my work than I am?
I hate my clay cups. I worked hours and hours making these horrid, lopsided, and rather unoriginal creations that I'd like to set on fire as opposed to fire them in a kiln. Yet my professor spent an entire fifteen minutes praising the two examples of my work that I chose for critique, and I received a score of 11 out of 12.
I just don't get it.
I know some of you probably think this sort of complaint is really just me fishing for compliments (especially if I include pictures) -- but I'm serious. I see almost nothing redeeming in 3/4 of the pieces I made for this project, and I think that I'm terrible at 3-D art.
I guess I either really underestimate myself, or I really overestimate what constitutes "good". Or perhaps both.
| 11:46 AM |
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