Oh HO HO

Okay, so, usually I would just ignore this and move on but-

EXCUSE ME FOR JUST A MOMENT BECAUSE I’M OFFICIALLY GOING TO LOSE MY RAG.

ACTUALLY SOD THAT THE RAG IS NOT MISPLACED, I JUST CHUCKED IT OVER THE BALCONY. THEN SHOT IT. WITH A BAZOOKA.

Find a good comfy chair and sit your royal posterior the fuck down, my dear Anon, because you are going to listen and listen well.

Point one: Animation does not automatically mean that it has to be cute. Have you seen Grave of the Fireflies? I’m guessing not. If I mentioned the name Jan Svankmajer you’d probably say ‘bless you.’ At least tell me you’ve heard of South Park, because if not I really am going to despair of there being the slightest chance of any of this penetrating the congealed porridge of your stagnated mind.

Animation is a medium. It is an art form. It can be used to any ends and be applied to any audience. It can be horrifying or adorable, it can be disturbing or heart warming, but even if it is frightening and disturbing that doesn’t mean it isn’t inspirational or beautiful.

Point two: clambering back all over your words and saying sorry sorry sorry is just disgusting, stop that. One apology would have been enough. To say sorry can be a difficult thing if it is sincere, and then it is only required to be said once. Words are a precious commodity, do not abuse them, and especially not the words that matter the most. Repetition echoes insincerity.

Point three: I did not ask for you to apologize on your standpoint. You are perfectly permitted to have your own opinion. I actually enjoy critique, if it is well placed, and will always strive to improve my work, which I know is always in need of improvement. The thing that got my back up was the callous supposition that I would adjust my style for you, because clearly I will listen to one anonymous person who knows much more about character design than I do after studying animation for four years and being an active professional in the field.

Point four: Fuck you.

Point five: Time zones. An odd thing to consider I know, but, if you do 'love my work’ I assume that you have been following me for long enough to know that I am situated in Vancouver. I also assume that you know that tomorrow is Monday, a working day from nine to six for me, which will involve, what? Drawing. Lots of it. Now, why am I drawing for a living? Because I’ve studied it? No, because I love it. I live for it. It burns inside my mind and heart like ten thousand hot coals from dawn to dusk and if I did not draw I would probably explode from sheer enthusiasm. The thing is that burning coals, no matter how hot they are, can be doused with water. If this is all getting too metaphorical for you let me be plain; fruitless criticism is water. Constructive criticism, on the other hand, is wood- I can use it to improve, to burn brighter and hotter and produce more and better work. To get this frozen heap of horseshit landed on my emotive state, which I will admit is not very stable today (perhaps because I’m ill or, hell, I don’t know, one my favourite human beings was mugged today and I can’t do a damned thing about it), is not very beneficial for a person who relies on her artistic motivation to make a living.

Point six: Refer to point four.

Thank you very much to everyone who has been supportive of me in regards to this, but we all know how one piece of negative thought can all but eclipse one hundred good ones.

Right.

Fuck this I’m going to bed.