Conclusion of Jackson Pollock, Art Thief!
In my twenties, I developed an interest in photography. As this interest grew, I slowly regained my interest in art. Since some of my favorite photographers: Ansel Adams, Richard Avedon, and George Hurell to name a few were considered artists, and some of them were influenced by painters, I realized I had to study art too even if I wanted to improve my photographic eye. So I would at look at art books and paintings to learn how to view things from interesting angles, to see how light affects what is seen, to see details that normally would be missed.
Looking back I realized that my experience in the second grade was not my fault. It was the fault of an unfit to teach person who should at least have known better than to ridicule a young boy.
While I never did become an artist or a photographer for that matter, I have learned to appreciate art in general. And while I may not care for a particular work of art, I have learned to appreciate the work from a technical perspective or at least from the understanding that the work was an individual’s form of self-expression.
Jackson Pollock hadn’t really stolen my appreciation for art. In fact, it had never been stolen; my developing interest in art had simply been arrested by an incompetent. However, because of this experience, I have learned not to let someone’s opinion make me feel inadequate or squash my creativity. I have also learned to separate constructive criticism from spite.
Portrait of the Non-Artist as a Young Man by Trudge164
"Hey art teacher, appreciate this!"
© Trudge164, 2009