I really try not to rant on the internet where most people generally don't give a crap, but I am a bit disturbed by the mindsets of some artist.
I'll try to be succinct.
I have recently be having issues with another artist. (I will NOT be giving away names nor the site this user frequents)
This user was very kind to me when we first started talking. She loved my artwork and told me she wishes to be as good as me one day. It warmed my heart. I never thought my art could do something like that for someone. It made me happy.
I think that's why I didn't nip this in the butt when I should have.
After all the praise and the pleasant banter, she started becoming a little....moody?
More often than not, she would complain to me about how awful her work was and how she'll never get better and that she should just take down her work and stop posting.
I responded with cliche comforts that were still true regardless of their overuse.
On one particularly moody day, she was harsher than usual and when I responded with more comfort (what else could I do) she snapped at me saying,
"
You have no right to say those things to me. You would never understand me because you are already a good artist"
I got mad.
I didn't vocalize it, I just sat there and stewed.
I don't think she realized how insulting those words were. They devalued my YEARS AND YEARS of struggling to crawl to my artistic level today.
It was even more incredible when her friends, I believe the internet calls them "White Knights" all jumped and agreed with her. They continue to remind me how stuck up and snobby I am.
Just this once, I will admit that I have a modicum of skill. I know how to draw and I know how to draw well.
It took me 22 years to get here.
She's been drawing for 3.
I will admit that her artwork is not the best, but that
fine. It takes a lot of time and effort to improve.
I really doubt the world needs more proof, but I will use my own work to add to that pile.
This is something I drew 7 years ago.
It's atrocious. The anatomy is waaaay off, the wrinkles in the clothing make zero sense, and the feet are hidden. I could go on!
The point is, I
do understand. I
know how you feel and I have
every right.
I am still struggling. The road to improving doesn't get easier, you just get tougher.
Am I wrong for thinking this? Am I being snobby? An elitist? Please tell me so I can fix that. I don't want that to be what people think when they speak to me...
I am sorry if I came off as preachy or whiny, truly. I didn't want to, but I think I did. Maybe their ongoing pettiness is getting to me. When I step away from my computer, I am more at ease when I remind myself that I am 26 years old and I have more important things to deal with (like making enough money for next months rent). But when I log on to view what my followers have drawn, I can't help but roll my eyes when I see the comments they continue to leave. It's letting up, finally. Hopefully soon they will forget I exist.
In any case, thank you, once again, to the people who have taken the time to read this.
I hope that in the future I can look at this journal and become so overcome with embarrassment that I will take it down.
At least then I will know I feel better.