Do you know who that is? That is the world-renowned critic, who in kindergarten class glued those colorful paper chains together better than anybody else! You should be flattered and honored that your work was graced with their review! After all, their critiques have littered the air for years upon years, running everyone over they deem is in desperate need of their insightful commentary! Whoo-hoo! You lucky person!
Now, go and call all your friends to announce that FINALLY you have seen the light and can go on to do things the ‘right’ way, which, of course, is the critics’ way. And don’t forget, read all their reviews in ‘The Nightly Gazette’ which can be found in restrooms everywhere. You can find it on that little scroll of paper you wipe your butt with, then flush it out with the rest of the crap.
Why is it so much easier to believe the bad stuff then the good? So often, I hear artists report insulting comments and disrespectful handling of their work by viewers. There is a lot to be said for good manners. The poisonous darts that spew from their mouths target you and begins to infiltrate your system. Do they truly know what they are doing? I don’t think so. They are blind to how their actions affect others or don’t care. When they leave, they are not going to be thinking about you. So, why should you waste your time thinking about them? They are ignorant or just plain jerks.
Or, you might have inadvertently, ‘walked into something’. No matter what you do to remove the mess, it sticks to you. You try to shake it off. That doesn’t work. You try dragging your foot sideways back and forth about a few feet in each direction. No good. You scrape the bottom of your shoe against the side of the curb; but, it’s still there! Okay, desperate times call for desperate measures. Now you’re searching all over the place for a stick to free yourself from this disgust. However, out of all times, you can’t seem to find any! Or, if you do find one, it breaks from the force of clearing everything out from in between the cracks. And, there’s still some left behind! ARRGGHHH! The madness of it all!
Instead of turning yourself into a 3-ring circus, decide now how you will handle it. Many years ago, while attending an art studio in SoHo, NY, I observed a gallery owner who, excellently, managed an insulting customer. This customer happened to also be an artist but was not showing anywhere. He was crudely degrading another artist’s work. The owner overhead this; and, instead of allowing him to continue, he gingerly walked over and asked if he could be of service. Of course, the customer declined. Then, the owner motioned toward the painting at hand and commented on the expertise of the artist’s skill. The customer was fast to ‘enlighten’ the gallery owner about what he perceived was wrong with it and share, in a condescending manner, what he ‘thought’ he knew so well. As each derogatory comment was made, the owner, very calmly, counterpointed his attacks with a brief, educational statement. By doing this, he made everyone aware that he was very well informed about what he was talking about and that the customer was, in fact, not. The customer became quiet and eventually left the gallery.
When all is said and done, it’s better to file it here:
Yes, people, file it in the garbage where it belongs. So, the next time you see your garbage men, thank them because they’re the ones who end of removing all the trash that stinks up your life and can bring pests to your home that can cause unthinkable damage.
And go buy yourself a funky new pair of shoes, while you’re at it!
Remember, you can't necessarily help feeling slighted; but, you can choose to do something about it. You don't have to carry that feeling around with you all day.