In the 90s, my design prof made us make clay figures and line them on a ledge. The next day we came to find clay bits smattered all over the floor. You passed the assignment if your figure was still on the ledge. Most weren’t.
People who will actually spend time to contact me about how much they don't like my work are hilarious. I was in design school in the 90s. Critiques back then were brutal. People left the room crying. Professors tore you apart while looking you directly in the eyes. You ain't got nothing on that.
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