I'd been taught that Art was talent. You either had it - or you didn't. More embarrassing than being bad at Art (whatever that means), was being bad while being earnest about it all. My creatively-aspiring adult role models sneered at "lesser" artists, talked about the "right way" to Do Art (yes. For reals) - and craved critical acclaim. They needed that external validation, craved it - and anyone who didn't give them those accolades, was the Enemy. Looking back, I can't think of a more Creativity-stunting worldview.