Mr. P's critiques were aimed at the jugular and we all sat and took it. Not a one of us ever stood up to him in defense of our work. We let him intimidate us. Snide, snarky and sanctimonious. He went down the row of drawing assignments - 30 or so student works - and verbally abused each one of them. And we all just sat there and took it in.
Have you ever noticed that the meanest voices are the ones who stay with us?
I'm moving slowly, gently this week. Listening to the little positive whispers and putting Mr. P's face to Stewie's voice. I'm also listening to most of the other teachers I had in school. The ones who were supportive. The first figure drawing teacher I had at University of the Arts when I was a design major. Mr. S. suggested that I look into fine arts school. I'll think of him this week and remember when he told me that there was a "gentle wind" in my work and Mr. D. who admired my strength and risk taking with color.
Think about it. Who are YOU listening to?