I have invested a lot of time and a lot myself into my latest drawing. I got a critique on it last night that basically snowballed into massive 'this is what you need to fix" by a whole bunch of different people. I went to bed discouraged and saddened that a picture I had loved so deeply and put so much into could be so...so...bad. I fell out of love. I still haven't regained that love back. I don't know that I ever will.
Amidst all the 'it's too busy and the boy gets lost and you need to do this and you need to do that.." came one shining, yet helpful critique. In his eyes it was the imperfections that really made the piece - if you look at it no I did not follow the "rules" of art but he says that's why the picture works in his eyes.
I had a choice - my choice was to try and "fix" my piece or continue on with the piece as is - learn from the critiques - and apply them to my next drawing. I have decided to just continue on with the piece as is - bucking the system and conventional rules and apply the critiques I have received next time.
In the end I am not drawing this for anybody else but me. I am disheartened - I am a little bummed that the piece I thought wasn't half bad has turned out to be completely lackluster and essentially (according to many - not good). But the piece stands - as a reminder of my current skill level and as a reminder that nothing in this world is perfect and what fun would it be if we all played by the rules all the time.
So - it shall continue - it shall stay as is - it shall adorn my walls and my walls only and be appreciated by myself and my family.
The unfinished - lackluster - breaking all rules of art - drawing. I don't need anymore critiques - I have gotten a cupful and half - pretty much understand the boy blends into the background - that the trees are too crisp and clear - the list goes on - I get it..lol..it is what it is (I swear this is my new favorite saying)