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Have you ever finished a drawing, thought it pretty poor, then looked at it again a few hours later and said to yourself "you know, Mr Scribbles, that's not half bad..."? I just have - don't think I'll show it, just in case you all think it's as bad as I first thought it was..
But I suppose the lesson here is, don't write your own stuff off too easily: give it a chance, it might grow on you. By which I do NOT mean flatter yourself, or make do with a shoddy effort, talking up work to yourself so you don't feel a failure... that's just self-deception, and no good to anyone. But being your own severest critic doesn't mean you have to adopt the standards of that clot from the Guardian: what it should mean is learning to view your work objectively: insofar as any of us can.
(Mind you, I'm reminded of Kenneth Williams: "I look at myself in the mirror in the morning and think Ooooh! What a dish! Oh the hair! Spun gold! Perfect teeth! Oooh I could go for you!" No, that would be overdoing it a little. We don't want to do that; though on the other hand I know what he meant.... oh yes; I look at myself, and "desirable" is the word that just leaps unbidden to my lips. Bear in mind that when I've just washed my face, I'm not wearing my glasses....)
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All the time Robert. Don't know why I should, but it's a simple fact that disappointment in a finished work is pretty much my standard reaction. And yes, it's true that sometimes when
I look back on older work I think 'that's not too bad.' Self delusion at play. It covers other things too. In my head, I think I'm about 50, on a really good day maybe 25. I bought 2 bags of pea-gravel and a bag of cement today at Wickes, at the check-out a very nice young lady asked me if I wanted help to take it to my car. The sprightly 50 year old trapped inside my body was outraged. Then I realised she was looking at a crotchety 84 year old.
But not being satisfied with what you do is no bad thing...I makes you have another go.
