sketch 07
sketches 08, 09
sketches 10, 11
sketches 12, 13, 14
sketches 15, 16
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
a new beginning
I am crawling out of my skin excited about my new quest for education, and the funding for my education for that matter. I have started the process of applying to school and acquiring scholarship applications and I've even started looking at job options and housing. At the top of my list is of course the funding for this endeavor.
What's weird to me is this feeling of nervousness. It's almost the same as the first time I applied for school. The one difference is my level of confidence. This time my acceptance would be known to me as well deserved. I know what I am worth and I am set on settling for no less.
One quiet evening I described my preparation of battle to my mother as being "ready to kiss the toes of bureaucracy" and kick some art school ass.
I am worried, and scared, but I am firm in my belief that I am a great artist and can release the hell of my art on the critical professors, unwary eyes of the public, and become a more powerful vessel of art than I have every dreamed I could be. It's all to come. I will persevere and become great.
It's not the pursuit of "the American dream", it's my pursuit of what I was born to do. My goal is not fame, nor fortune, but accomplishment and leading a thick and wonderful life.
This is a preview of what is to come:
What's weird to me is this feeling of nervousness. It's almost the same as the first time I applied for school. The one difference is my level of confidence. This time my acceptance would be known to me as well deserved. I know what I am worth and I am set on settling for no less.
One quiet evening I described my preparation of battle to my mother as being "ready to kiss the toes of bureaucracy" and kick some art school ass.
I am worried, and scared, but I am firm in my belief that I am a great artist and can release the hell of my art on the critical professors, unwary eyes of the public, and become a more powerful vessel of art than I have every dreamed I could be. It's all to come. I will persevere and become great.
It's not the pursuit of "the American dream", it's my pursuit of what I was born to do. My goal is not fame, nor fortune, but accomplishment and leading a thick and wonderful life.
This is a preview of what is to come:
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
intensification
(I'm closet cocky. I pretend to be humble.)
I've started looking at different art schools. I think I may have made a decision within never to return to my glorified dream of graduating from SAIC. Though it may be out of spite, I'm looking elsewhere for the guidance of my gift. Part of the excitement of looking at colleges and universities is seeing what other people are doing and have done. Although I feel like I have taken a step backwards and will once again be a freshman starting over... seeing other artists thriving gives me tingles down my spine.
You see, and this may have something to do with my closet cockiness, I am a constellation of brilliance and beauty, waiting to burst through my delicate shell, more than eager to spread the aesthetics of my soul on to vast white canvases. Seeing others in the action turns me on.
Expect beautiful paintings.
I've started looking at different art schools. I think I may have made a decision within never to return to my glorified dream of graduating from SAIC. Though it may be out of spite, I'm looking elsewhere for the guidance of my gift. Part of the excitement of looking at colleges and universities is seeing what other people are doing and have done. Although I feel like I have taken a step backwards and will once again be a freshman starting over... seeing other artists thriving gives me tingles down my spine.
You see, and this may have something to do with my closet cockiness, I am a constellation of brilliance and beauty, waiting to burst through my delicate shell, more than eager to spread the aesthetics of my soul on to vast white canvases. Seeing others in the action turns me on.
Expect beautiful paintings.
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