Nope. Well, she’ll be pissed. But it’s okay, because she’s fictional.
I enjoy. Die well for me, my dear.
Tentacles. Spraypaint. Love.
It seems that Auntie C R A M P needs to sit down and explain some things.
There is private art, and there is public art. Private art is when you spend six hours on something, then post it on your blog with a virtual hairtoss, saying, “Oh, this? Oh, y’know, didn’t take me long, I just doodled it.” Public art is when you get over yourself and get shit done.
Art is organic. If something survives, it stays. If something looks like shit and has no effort put into it, and is then abandoned, it’s taken over by whatever comes next and makes way for new life, at the risk of sounding like a bad Discovery Channel show at 2 am. Shit art is painted over. Good art stays.
Make your lines clean. Take time. Make sketches. Make compromises, if necessary, and for god’s sake, keep updated with the person who OWNS THE FUCKING WALL. You can butter up your ego on your own time. Being an unreasonable asshole on a public wall wastes all our time.
My design has been altered. I have made concessions, but I have made sure these concessions are not sacrifices. Changes don’t damage the integrity of your work as long as you take the EFFORT required to integrate them and make them your own. A failure to do this is not “sticking up for your art” - it’s selfishness, immaturity, and a failure to adapt.
That’s how things work. If this doesn’t work for you, feel free to close your eyes as you walk past.