(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.
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Where's my beautiful painting?
no peeking.
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