What do you do when you are faced with harsh criticism? As an artist I know that no matter how well I
do I will always meet people who don’t care for my work as well as people who
think I’m stupendous. It is unavoidable
in the field of art. Art is about
personal preference and taste. So I
should be able to shake off any criticism by just considering the source or
realizing I can’t please everyone.
Right? Easier said than done.
About 6 months ago now, I was faced not just with criticism,
but harsh, unrealistic brutal criticism that left me paralyzed. This hurt not just because of the brutality
of it but because it came from someone who was supposed to be teaching me and
who had my respect. She said I was less
than average. Up to that point, no other
instructor had given me anything but helpful support and suggestions. She never said that I should give up art but
it was tantamount to the same thing. In
a field where there are at least 11 good and capable artists for every one art
job, being average or less than average means I will never achieve any
success. My dreams of landing a publishing
contract were cast into doubt and I wondered why I spent so much time and
effort pursuing something that, for me, can never happen.
This criticism wasn’t just a one-time thing. She hammered me for 3 months in a class where
I learned nothing except that I cannot succeed in this field. No matter what I gave her it was less than
okay. This was the woman who would be
Okaying my master’s thesis and she made it clear that I was barely worth her
time. She would give me suggestions for
improvement one week and after I changed the offending things, she would say it
was better before. Nothing special,
nothing of lasting importance. She did
finally okay my thesis project and award my master’s degree, but because of her
harshness and constant brutal barrage of critical words, I fell into a
depression. I cried for days. My sleep was interrupted, hearing her words
in my head over and over. I wondered if
I had anything of importance to share with anyone, artistically or
intellectually.
After 6 months some people approached me and told me how
proud they were to know me. They thought
my work was good before but couldn’t believe the level of excellence I had
achieved over the past few years. Their
words built me up little by little into remembering that I no longer have to please
this one art teacher. I now have a
public that actually loves my work. They
went on and on about the caliber of my art and the books I had been working on,
encouraging me to continue where I had left off. I suddenly realized how far down into the
depths I had actually fallen as they were pulling me up. Their words meant more than they will ever
know.
Do you have a method of pulling yourself out of the depths
when something or someone has brought you down?
Do you go to trusted friends? Do
you do what I often do and discount your family’s encouragement because they
are “family and they have to love you?” Is there a mystery cure I’m unaware of? Are you able to shake it off or do you suffer
depression like I did? How long does it
take you to come out of it? I’d love to
know I’m not the only one.