Better to get your nose bloodied in a critique of your peers, than to be slaughtered in a client’s conference room.

Struth. I had some of the most brutal crits in my life at the hands of my instructors at Pratt Institute. Some of my classmates left the studios in tears. Most of us dragged our sorry, but promising, asses back in week after week for more.

But it toughened me up to cope with truly surreal s**t like my boss saying, “I’ll know what I want when you show it to me!” Gotta love good direction like that…