I think gaia has given me some of my hardest critiques, though none have really been soul crushing. They have resulted in me being afraid to make jewelry the way I usually do- I've been told the crystal I use looks cheap and plastic-y, and that it's very tacky. So now I feel like I should avoid crystal, even though I know that pictures don't always show the quality of materials, and that they(the crystal, at least) look pretty in person. I almost wanted to delete the thread, because I was sick of getting 90% negative feedback, but I left it up, and decided to just take it. I put myself out there, and needed to accept it.
I haven't made a lot of crystal jewelry since then, though I've wanted to. I'm still afraid that it looks cheap- and I'm not going to lie, some of my jewelry does look cheap, now that I look back at it, but it's stuff made from glass beads, and stuff that I made a while ago.
It has resulted in me being harder on my work than I used to be. I'm more willing to tear a piece apart and redo it because I don't think it looks good enough.
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Where my drawing stands, I took art classes all throughout highschool. I was in AP art my senior year, and knew that my art was nowhere as good as everyone elses. There was only one girl who was on the same level artistically as me. My teacher gave me good criticism in a way that helped me better my work.
A girl in my class asked to see my sketchbook, and I let her. I always let people flip through it if they want, even though it's not that great. Well, the girl proceeded to tear apart just about every piece in there. I know my stuff wasn't that great, because I generally use my sketchbook as a way to let out emotions, and draw rough sketches, etc. I know I need a lot of improvement, but the things she said had me wanting to drop out of the course, because I felt like nothing I ever did would ever be good. I actually stopped drawing in my sketchbook for a year or so after that- it took me a while to feel like I could try again. I started slacking on my assignments, and was embarrassed to turn them in.
I look back on it and think, "Why on earth did I let her bother me like that?" My teacher was giving me good criticism, and had pointed out to me that some of my art was good, and was also helping me fix what wasn't so great with simple suggestions. My teacher had been an artist for way longer than that brat, yet I really let her get to me. I also failed to look at the fact that my teacher had signed me into AP art- which meant she saw some talent from me, and saw some potential.