No, wannabe artist, I’m not being “mean” by pointing out the flaws in “your style”. Nor am I somehow “hating” on you by telling you how to improve (just the opposite, I want you to be better than you are now and garnish even more internet fame by virtue of being good at what you do, rather than just being popular) or being “hostile” when I am simply being honest.
I’m not your self-esteem team. I’ll only give you props for things you did right. You don’t get an “A” for “Effort”. Ideas are a dime a dozen, and there’s nothing new under the sun (even the idea that “there’s nothing new” is pretty much as old as human civilization itself). The important thing is proper execution of said ideas, down to the tiniest detail.
You do not have a “style”. You have picked up, probably by means of copying other artists or following those shitty “how to draw” tutorials, a collection of shortcuts and bad habits without a proper understanding how things are supposed to look. Your drawings only resemble recognizable people, places, or things by the merit of my enormous brain, which is hard-wired to attempt interpreting any picture as a meaningful image.
You are not the next Picasso. Even Picasso went to a Real Art School and drew things The Conventional Way before he started fucking around with The Establishment.
You are not the next Walt Disney. Disney learned how to draw by observing real life horses, and then leveraged his talent into a multi-billion dollar industry by creating a distinctive style with consistent rules, resulting in instantly identifiable, iconic characters with the illusion of life.
Go ahead, threaten to not post your art here any more because I’m so “mean”. I don’t care. I spent my precious time explaining to you what you did wrong, why it’s wrong, and how to improve, but if you don’t want to listen to me, fine, I don’t want to waste my breath on you, either. Go ahead and go back to the echo chambers filled with empty vapid praise. Just remember that most of the people showering you with kudos don’t know shit about The Real World, because if they saw the works of someone who had real talent, who put actual effort into their works, they’d drop you like a live grenade.
To use a metaphor, I don’t expect you to be an Olympic-level swimmer, but if you’ve dived head-first into the deep end, then I sure as hell hope you don’t drown. On the other hand, if all you can do is hang out in the kiddy pool with water wings, then don’t act like you’re the second coming of Michael Phelps.