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Post by spaniel on Oct 5, 2009 18:02:13 GMT -5
Not necessarily. If it didn't correspond to every little set standard she thought of, then it wouldn't fly.
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Post by rookie on Oct 5, 2009 22:15:12 GMT -5
I tended to leave the creative classes alone. I had to write an essay on what a poem meant to me and I failed the assignment. Not because of my horrendous spelling or grammar skills (thanks Paper Clip Guy) but because I gave the wrong answer. Apparently, said poem didn't mean that to me. Who knew?
My photography teacher was cool though. He graded on two scales. How good, technically, the photo was (correct light exposure, it was in focus, etc.) and how interesting the picture was. Like a good picture of a dog in a field (his view of boring) would merit a C. A shitty picture of an elephant tossing a tree trunk at the zoo (something cool) would merit a C.
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Post by RavynousHunter on Oct 22, 2009 6:18:54 GMT -5
My fucking cousin is like that. If you actually try and make your art look like something, its crap. What are 90% of his paintings? Him randomly flinging color at the canvas with a brush. That is not fucking art, its fucking lazy. And he actually wonders why none of his paintings have ever, ever, ever, EVER sold.
As far as teachers go, mine were very lenient. Though, my photography teacher was a bitch...although, that might be because I never actually took the class seriously. To me, it was just an easy credit.
Hell, the one and only time I read anything in my Creative Writing (my teacher understood I have severe stage fright, thank GOD), my teacher said that while what I wrote needed some work, I was probably among the best readers he's ever heard because, apparently, I have excellent control of my voice and can imitate emotion easily...probably because I have no real emotions to begin with.
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Post by DarkfireTaimatsu on Oct 22, 2009 6:29:00 GMT -5
My fucking cousin is like that. If you actually try and make your art look like something, its crap. What are 90% of his paintings? Him randomly flinging color at the canvas with a brush. That is not fucking art, its fucking lazy. And he actually wonders why none of his paintings have ever, ever, ever, EVER sold. So he's more like "Jack ass Pollock", then?
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Post by RavynousHunter on Oct 22, 2009 6:33:08 GMT -5
'Ere abouts...
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Post by Vene on Oct 22, 2009 17:09:03 GMT -5
My photography teacher always yells at me for taking pictures of inanimate objects like buildings. I get that her personal preference is portraits, but seriously? Also, my English teacher likes to go on and on about how much everything I write sucks. Apparently I have no grasp of putting emotion into my essays, and my personal narratives are depressing and tell the teacher nothing about me. Emotional essays? Huh? I am so glad I'm trained in the sciences.
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Post by cagnazzo on Oct 22, 2009 18:11:13 GMT -5
My photography teacher always yells at me for taking pictures of inanimate objects like buildings. I get that her personal preference is portraits, but seriously? Also, my English teacher likes to go on and on about how much everything I write sucks. Apparently I have no grasp of putting emotion into my essays, and my personal narratives are depressing and tell the teacher nothing about me. Emotional essays? Huh? I am so glad I'm trained in the sciences. I'm amazed you wrote something depressing without putting emotion into it.
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Post by Caitshidhe on Oct 22, 2009 18:37:45 GMT -5
I've had both kinds of art teacher: the kind who discourage creativity and make you reproduce famous pieces, and the kind that let you go wild. (I've also had the extreme reverse of the "NO CREATIVITY!" teachers who, like RH's cousin, hate anything that's a deliberate representation of something else. Remember, kids, abstract is the only kind of art worth anything!!) I also had a creative writing teacher who didn't let us write anything original and used to make us critique published short stories 90% of the time. I asked her--in class, called her out in front of everyone because by then I didn't care anymore--what the point was of a creative writing class where nobody did any writing. The entire class agreed. We started writing the next class. She hated me for that, but she had to like me because I'm good at what I do.
I admit to being a bit of a snob myself about art, but only when the person is themselves a total dingbat about it. "OH MY ART IS FANTASTIC I CAN'T POSSIBLY IMPROVE ANY FURTHER!!!" and all that jazz. I know I'm no good, but at least I KNOW this, you know?
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Post by Sigmaleph on Oct 22, 2009 21:37:03 GMT -5
I'm amazed you wrote something depressing without putting emotion into it. I'm getting flashbacks to a pointless discussion I had a while back about whether dogs suffering from depression meant they had emotions.
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Post by maskdt on Dec 1, 2009 14:42:53 GMT -5
I'm in the midst of going through an proper art education, and I do run into those pricks from time to time.
Even worse is that my boyfriend's brother (who is, admittedly, quite talented) is turning into one of them.
It is fun to point out to them that despite the current idea of art=incomprehensible and depressing, many great works of the past were easily understood, used subjects that can be found in real life, and depicted a wide range of emotions.
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Post by RavynousHunter on Dec 1, 2009 17:36:40 GMT -5
I've never had any of my teachers critique my "emotion" in any essays I did for them. I think we had a mutual understanding between us that they were just shit we did so we could pass and nothing more.
Of course...short stories were another thing altogether.
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