Not much to talk about this weekend. Most of this week I’ve spent lining up and sorting out travel arrangements for next month (news on that later) and doing actual paid work (which I can’t show yet either). But lets focus on things I CAN share.
I’m not sure if it’s my recent binge watching of Twin Peaks, or the stars aligning or if the stress of recent events has just gotten to me but I’m in the mood for some damn fine coffee, donuts, intrigue and murder.
Apparently no one who knows me very well is surprised by this.
My media diet in my formative years involved a lot of Alfred Hitchcock presents and probably too many viewings and sing-alongs to the soundtrack of Chicago. So in my mind’s eye, murder usually involves a bit less gruesome corpses and murder basements and more slinky dresses and ladies done with your shit.Maybe there’s some wish fulfillment involved, I am not ashamed.
I’ve been talking to a lot of my art buddies. Over the years we’ve been comparing notes and damages. My education history was a lot of community college, a really nice summer workshop at a fancy school, and bouncing around a couple of state universities. This gave me a rather nicely rounded view of art education and the variety there of.
It occurs to me that others really don’t have this perspective. They usually go to one school – and if they don’t fit the faculty’s plans they get brow beaten until they do. The university I graduated from in the end, was a huge example of that. Often I would get berated for being a square peg in a round hole and I just wouldn’t care.
So I’m going to share my tips and strategies on how to survive art school with your soul intact and not to lose whatever spark you had that made you pursue art in the first place.