I love art critiques. I used to hate critiques but now I embrace them. In high school, art critiques were mild mannered and boring. People held back their true feelings and ideas about other people’s artworks. Teachers and friends would tell me, “good job” or “that’s really neat”. When I got to college, all hell broke loose. It was a different world. The art professors were ruthless, borderline savages when it came to critiques. Although, these were constructive critiques, but nonetheless, brutal on the soul. I learned a lot, and not just about proper techniques and methods. I really had to lose my ego when it comes to critiques. I have seen people cry and run out of the classrooms. Oh man, it was thrilling and crazy to think that students can pour their heart out into their artwork, and have it completely destroyed and ridiculed in a matter of minutes. Of course, it has happened to me before. It almost made me not want to pursue art anymore, but hey, I’m still here.