There are a few types of bad art. Sure there are artist that just lack the skill to create good work; I had a woman in one of my illustration classes who for her last year repainted old book covers with the intent of creating a better cover than the original. Boy oh boy was she waaaaay off. Then there is the guy who was sheltered all of his life who in college sees Queen of the Damned and thinks he is a vampire until Pirates of the Caribbean comes out and he starts dressing as something much worse, and for 3 years has to include a pirate in every piece he does.
So yes, those are the bad artist, but the worse kind is the copout kind, the kind that appears to have put no effort and little thought fourth. During my freshman Drawing 2 class our final assignment was to draw a piece that depicts a persons true self. This guy comes in for the critique and hangs a mirror on the wall next to all of the other pencil and pen drawings… and the class ate it up. The guy went out and bought a mirror, big *beep* deal. It’s a drawing class!
Then my junior year I took a fine arts class outside of my major (illustration). That was weird. It’s like going from an almost business setting where you need to be in class on time, to some hippy town where no one else ever showed up, even during critiques, and when people were at the critiques the only thing they could say was “I like that” and then walk out of the room. No joke.
This guy named Travis would do (poorly done) silhouettes of horses and write the word “whores” next to their thighs.
The work that angered me the most was a show hung in the gallery. This girl named Penny, who I later began to despise as a person because she liked to pretend to be very sympathetic to everyone’s feelings when she was quite far from it, sent letters to Bush slamming the war. It isn’t the politics of it that I didn’t like, it’s the fact that there were maybe 70 or so of these 8x10 letters that were hung side by side, so not only where they there, but they took up the entire wall space, space that was supposed to be reserved for my departments work. Even worse, after about 15 letters she started to repeat herself.
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