This weekend, the only thing I looked forward to on Monday was being able to go into class and work on a piece I've really enjoyed working on. It's from a photo my friend Mike took: a large white flower with a bee on it. I used chalks so I got a nice soft tone, some lovely subtle shading, and a monochromatic color scheme I really liked. Today was SUPPOSED to be the day I just worked on the background. Instead, I take it out, and the art teacher comes over, grabs a dark gray chalk and puts these dark shadows in, WITHOUT my permission. Now that it's there on part of it, I have to redo the rest of the piece with those shadows.
I was pissed off, and I think rightfully so. I let him know it, too. I had an artistic idea and scheme for the picture, and he comes in and fucks it up. "It looks more realistic that way, better depth" he says to me when I tell him I HATE it. He missed the point completely. It's not that it doesn't look nice, it doesn't look the way I WANTED IT. I thought the point of having an art class was to do what you wanted--the picture and vision YOU had for your own work. Now, I'm trapped finishing a picture that is no longer a reflection of what I wanted it to be. I'm not a photo-realist, and I didn't want a photo-realism picture. I wouldn't have fucking started the picture if that is what I was going to do with it.
Remind me never to become an art teacher if it means you have to be an ass about your own opinion.