This week in class there was really one thing that stuck with me: while we were showing off our projects, I showed off my little collage thing, and Beth complimented it, saying that she thought the rough edges were fit quite well with the theme of the whole piece. I brushed it off and replied that it was less a purposeful decision on my part and more of a testament to how I didn't have the ability to cut in a straight line.
At which point, Beth reprimanded me, for lack of a better word, and said that I shouldn't be so quick to judge myself so harshly, and rather to accept the project that I had created for what it was, rather than what I thought it should be, or what I thought others would want. Instead of bemoaning the fact that I couldn't cut in a straight line and pointing it out constantly, I should accept the fact that the project had rough edges and just allow it to be.
I guess that's hard for me, not exactly because I'm a perfectionist or anything, but because I am pretty harsh about the work I turn in. I always think that it could have been better, I could have changed something, or whatever. I have trouble just allowing the work to speak for itself, and I have trouble just being happy with whatever I have created.
It's something I need to work on and I'm glad Beth pointed it out to me.
Also, having class outside is something that needs to happen more often.
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