sooooo, I haven't been posting because I've been suuuuuuper busy, but I'm back home now. This is part of a post I started maybe two weeks ago. I'm just going to post what I have of it in all it's unfinished glory, because I think I was on an interesting thought process. So, here you go:
I've been doing a lot of art lately, and I'm not sure if I really like any of it. It's weird I never thought of how much hard work being an artist actually is. People usually make fun of art majors as slackers who never have work and take easy classes. I'm starting to think the reason more people arent artists is because it's a lot harder than some of the more popular job choices. I'm not saying being a dentist, or engineer or lawyer isn't hard. It's extremely hard. I'm just starting to think being an artist is just as hard. For most jobs there's a set of in stone procedures that are often tedious and need to be learned. Not only does being a artist have these also, (I just learned how to use palette knives and why duchamp's urinal is actually a brilliant piece of conceptual art), it also has the added caveat that in order to somehow succeed, you must be radically different, and figure out how to stretch your brain in ways you never imagined possible. Honestly, I'm not quite sure I have what it takes. I feel so lost in class, all the time. Like I'm drowning as opposed to treading water. I think it's because being here is teaching me to think of creating art in a whole new way that doesn't match up with my previous way of judging my works as failure or success. My art teacher the other day was talking about how beautiful it is to have the gift of being able to create things,
aaaaaaand there's where it trails off. I think that's about when I lost my phone. Hm.
More posts soon, I promiseeee.
