Every once in a while, I spend a good amount of time writing up fairly extensive, disapproving speeches in the comments box of some unfortunate new deviation I happened upon while desperately searching for some inkling of undiscovered talent in the newest deviations. Believe it or not, I actually become decently disgruntled with the continuing influx of magnificently bad/rushed art that will never cease to coat the inner foundation driving the beautiful community of Deviantart with grimy, scribbly balderdash. Though, I also know it isn't worth targeting anyone or any of it, and it never was. So I write those grand bitch fits and never post them. I just type it all out, and then I exit the page, the poor individual never knowing how much I detest them and their crap.

It wasn't until this year I decided maybe I ought to be the nice guy, and should always repress my desire to illustrate just how much I hate your stupid hedgehog character. It's not so much the fact that your stupid hedgehog character is undeniably a part of a greater even more stupid division of stupidity, and why in the hell would you want that, but sometimes these stupid hedgehog characters are drawn pretty well. We have artists squabbling their talent on stupid hedgehog characters. This is definitely not the core complaint, I assure you.

Anyway, there was a time I was sort of all right at art. I've always done obsessively detailed drawings since I was a kiddo, but somewhere down the line, my privilege to be a raging ass hole was immediately revoked when I reached a certain level. It's one thing to be kind of okay, and to be a raging ass hole towards someone who is also sort of okay. But to be someone who is like, I don't know, pretty much forced into a realm where making art is their prerogative and main support in life and is also a raging ass hole makes you a big fat thunder muffindick douche popper. I'm not really all that much of a noodle-faced prick flosser, but god forbid I ever offer minuscule critique on anything ever.

A while back, I once woke to an entire regiment of teenagers all out barraging my inbox with unjustified insults and rage because I half heartedly pointed out a fallacy on a popular deviation. I was dumbstruck. There were a shit ton of messages telling me an artist like me needs to shut the fuck up and not bully other artists. For once in my life my feelings were legitimately hurt not because I was just noting something in a kind of a negative tone, but because I simply have no right to be that way, period. Or something. Hm.

My point is, I want to maybe sometimes vent and be a total bitch face. My fear is to be considered some kind of cunty elitist. I don't hate people and their art because I think I'm the shit and that I'm better than anyone ever, I hate people and their art because their art is inherently bad, and I only target art that indicates that the person has potential but chooses the quantity or quality route. I really am pretty cool. I promise.


All right, fine, Teal Deer. Your art is shitty because you didn't try and everyone and their mother can see that. When "an artist like me" says something about, it has nothing to do with the kind of art I do, it has everything to do with the fact that you didn't try and therefore your art is shit..


In before, *prosaix rips me a new one.