Today in the middle of my art exam, my teacher came over to me and told me that I needed to work on my sense of color. He told me that I tend to get confused, and that I was going about it in a direction that probably didn't work for my art. That there was a fine line between going realistically and drawing whimsically animated, and due my inexperience as a young artist, I'm still having trouble finding that line. That it seems I'm often really unsure, and that although I would like to have freedom in my work, that maybe it's not time yet.
Naturally, it threw me for my whole exam. Suddenly, my painting looked all wrong and funny... instinctually, I painted over it. For the last half hour, I frustratedly attempted to do something to make it look better, but everything looked merely clumsy and amateurish.
I left the exam suddenly feeling very scared and intimidated of art -Like anything I was going to put down on paper was going to come out horrible and wrong. I was even afraid to doodle, something that usually lets me just express myself and not worry. My thoughts felt suddenly confined and boxed because they were beaten and are too afraid to return... Like a forced artist's block.
After further reflection, and some other frightening rejection anecdotes, I've come to the realization (again), that people learn from their mistakes. Like many others who are knocked down, I must get back up again and move on. As they say, the only way to get better is to practice, practice, practice.
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