I had an art teacher once.
She discouraged me and told me I wasn't even trying. Claimed my children's book wasn't really personal and couldn't be shared with kids. (It was basically the ugly duckling except about a caterpillar)
I'll show her. And I'll add her in as a villain. The parasitoid wasp that destroys young caterpillars to make more of themselves.
And I'll even get it published with an extra special fuck you included just for her
(go the fuck to sleep is published and sold, so yeah)
Not getting into all the reasons *why* she was wrong even about the early version of my book.
But suffice it to say. She kicked lime salt into a very fresh wound with such intensity that I did callus over and abandon art entirely for years. Including 6 instruments that I played.
Because I couldn't handle what I was doing through and judgements from teachers or on my art all at once. So I cut the thing that could be cut to save the rest of myself
Now that I'm feeling more myself and less in a depressed fog of complacency.
My fuck you energy is back and stronger than ever.
Liberty Fox