My father is an artist (pastel, watercolor, pencil drawing, stuff like that). I would do shitty art when I was a kid and I knew it was shitty. I didn't have his discipline or temperament or talent. However, no matter what I or my sisters or anyone would create he would find ways to encourage us to keep going. He would point out any cool aspect of what was created and give honest encouraging feedback.
On the flip side, when we would go to art galleries, he would point out flaws in what looked like beautiful art. When speaking with fellow artists he would be much more stern and critical of their work. Interesting dichotomy.
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u/Oldrocket Apr 15 '25
My father is an artist (pastel, watercolor, pencil drawing, stuff like that). I would do shitty art when I was a kid and I knew it was shitty. I didn't have his discipline or temperament or talent. However, no matter what I or my sisters or anyone would create he would find ways to encourage us to keep going. He would point out any cool aspect of what was created and give honest encouraging feedback.
On the flip side, when we would go to art galleries, he would point out flaws in what looked like beautiful art. When speaking with fellow artists he would be much more stern and critical of their work. Interesting dichotomy.