This is the very piece I spent hours on last week, you may recall. It's a labor of love, because at the end of the day, this piece didn't go anywhere. Don't get me wrong, I learned a lot from this experience, and I know how to deal with rejection. It just feels discouraging that I could never bring this piece up to par the way I wanted.
I always dreamed of going to an art school, studying music or art or something only really artsy people did. I used to dream about what it would be like to paint or draw for homework, to be in thesis shows and showcase performances, and to do academics in a way that academics would frown upon. And the funny thing is that it never felt like an attainable dream. I was always unsure of how I would fit into that area of study, or if I could even make it. Now here I sit, in a studio of my very own, a junior in the art & design department, directionless after a long semester of stretching myself.
Honestly I'm feeling kind of burnt out. I don't know what else to make, or what else I can do to stick my neck out in an area that I've never felt very confident in my abilities. I'm expected to continue to create over the summer in expectation of a Senior Show at the beginning of the year, going into Senior Seminar and a Thesis exhibition. This all sounds really terrifying, honestly. What on earth am I expected to write an entire thesis paper on?
This past week was the last week of daily art expectations, and this coming week we are to put together a book of the work we've done over the course of the semester. This week will be a break of sorts, but also a winding up of everything else I have to do with my life, hashtag overwhelmed, ya feel me?
In the end, this was just a rambling post. But hey, it's a Monday, and it's beautiful out, and who even wants to get anything done you know?
Si se puede, amor! :)
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