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Since I’ve successfully made multiple sales in a week, I have something to say.
F*** YOU MS. ANCHORS EVEN IF YOU COULD REPLICATE MY ART YOUD NEVER BE ABLE TO SELL IT LIKE ME CAUSE YOU CANT WORK A PHONE.
What a horrible art teacher you were
We out here killin em with growth.
F*** YOU MS. ANCHORS EVEN IF YOU COULD REPLICATE MY ART YOUD NEVER BE ABLE TO SELL IT LIKE ME CAUSE YOU CANT WORK A PHONE.
What a horrible art teacher you were
We out here killin em with growth.
Here’s the context: (this may be a thread?) it was 2016. I had my very first art class since middle school. It was with a teacher I absolutely adored. Turns out the class was mainly a drawing clas, I guess we couldn’t afford any other materials lol, and I sucked at drawing 1/?
So already I was stressed in that class. We started a tree unit, and I hated it. I was horrible at drawing trees. And my defense mechanism kicked in, and I started making jokes about trees and how much I hated them. She laughed along and everything seemed fine. 2/?
The next day she pulled me out of class, and began to scold me for the jokes from the day prior. She said I was questioning her ability to teach and claimed that I gave her anxiety attacks, sent her into a depressive episode & gave her nightmares. She’s in her 70’s.
She also claimed that this whole ordeal made her want to quit, so obviously I felt horrible. A 16 year old kid who loved this lady, basically just got told he ruined her life in a single day. This is when I realized she might not be the best teacher (ya think?) 4/?
So flash forward to the end of the semester, I can barely draw better, but I can sorta. I know the primary, secondary, and tertiary colors. And I started painting. I began to finger paint and find my style. I jokingly said that she should buy one. 5/?
Which at the time I was literally selling 8x10’s for like $5 and 16x20’s for $15. I wasn’t charging much at all, which I should’ve charged more but that came with time. She responded to my joke with “Oh no, if I wanted one of your paintings that bad I’d just replicate it.”
And y’know my heart sank or whatever and I began to despise that teacher. My god dang physics teacher, meanwhile, was buying my art for more than I asked and was pushing me to do better and offering me techniques. So Ms. Anchors. Try replicating that with your wrinkly ass fingers
