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Ben Weeks's avatar

I knew I wasn’t that good but wanted to be, so was open to trying things. It was inspiring to see how everyone else worked. And to bumble into happy accidents that resonated with our august faculty.

I remember a guy with a philosophy degree and bad drawings in class trying to use rhetoric to persuade to our teacher--a Lucien Freud level artist--that the student’s pitiful drawings were in fact, works of genius. It was extremely cringe to watch as the fellow had no self awareness or taste. Delusional is exactly the right word.

He dropped out not long after.

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Gary Pyle's avatar

I taught elementary school art for 35 years. Over all, it was very rewarding. The youngest typically dive right in and have a ball. As they get older, usually around 5th grade, they become more and more critical of their artwork. They didn’t like mistakes. They seemed to think (and I’m sure this reflected opinions from their parents) that artistic ability was something you were born with. You either were an artist, or you weren’t. It had to come easy. Struggle, making mistakes, starting over... no way! Do you remember the Disney cartoons with a paintbrush that flowed over a paper and the scene just appeared like magic? That was what artists were supposed to be able to do. Schools offer instruction in media and technique, but teaching the creative process is tougher, and there is never enough time in a public school schedule.

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