How many artist are in the class we all raised our hands. Four years later, our short, stern art instructor asked the same question and only one third of the same class responded by raising their hands.
By the seventh grade, we were down to one sixth of the class and finally by our senior year, only two out of the original 25 raised their hands.
What happened across twelve years" had we been sucker punched with self doubt about our artistic talents" At the start of our schooling, our parents gave frequent positive feedback and thumbs up about our artwork of 'stick figures' and hand prints" dipped in paint as they proudly displayed our renderings on the refrigerator. Somewhere along the path of our elementary education, some person or teacher pointed out a mistake with the red pen of death, and we began focusing on these comments rather than our passion for drawing and our love of artistic expression.
The presumed mistakes manifested themselves into, I can't draw. I'm not an artist. We internalized the criticism and forever gave up on some of the best talent that 2 to 5 year old children had developed.
The moral I am trying to make in this short writing is whatever you are passionate about never let anyone steal that from you. Don't allow someone's negativity to get inside your head and stop you from doing what you love.
In conclusion. listen to your own inner voice and have the "gumption' to believe that you can chase your own passion. Foster and intimacy about your own skills and confidently build from your fist level of success.
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