I think I’m my own worse critic and having grown up with a father who was naturally inclined at most things, my brothers and I have insecurities that run deep. That said; I like what I do, and always look to improve upon it. My mother on the other hand tends to give new meaning to ‘a positive spin’ on things. Not that she’s a Pollyanna, but maybe knowing we are sensitive, she takes that extra step in avoiding negativity. That too isn’t so great when you’re looking to improve. Both mean well, and I can rationalize it, but putting my desire for positive feedback toward other’s works has always been tempered by these two extremes. They really aren’t so extreme as they are exaggerated by said desire.
So no, I’ve no monsters in the closet, or under the bed (too many dust bunnies) and no I’ve not felt any extreme revulsion towards any work I’ve seen here (though a couple color choices have bugged my eyes).
What happened is someone at work asked why I didn’t enter any of my own work into a quilt show, and I tried to explain it wasn’t of a quality that I felt comfortable displaying in public. Then I thought about why I don’t mind putting up the pictures here!
I suppose it’s because you all are a nice, fair lot of folks who always seem to say the right thing. What I like is a positive as well as constructive criticism, and that is where tact comes in.