lately it's been hard to be motivated, what with being not 100% well and so much to do, it's kind of a downer. i have three essays due for senior seminar and they all involve reading. what, reading? this is an art class, how is that supposed to relate to anything i do? however, it does a lot. a lot of people don't like to read/write, especially art students it seems. that's the reason why we're not business management majors in the first place, so we don't have to take tests or write papers. i agree, i'm not a big fan of paperwork. but we are assigned to read one book that i feel hits home called, Letters to a Young Artist. It's a book based off of a fictional letter written by a young starting artist with questions and concerns who sends it to well-established artists. They all write back responses, some with reassurance, some with straight facts of how it is to be an artist (basically it's not a walk in the park).
There was a letter that talked about being alone in the studio and how that one should really get used to this. While having contacts and being social is important in the artworld to make connections in the end it seems that isolation, is something to be expected in being an artist.
I agree with the statement above, immensely. I walk through the building and see design students yuckin it up and walk into the painting lab and there are probably two or three souls with their ipods in, not much for social interaction. Then there are my friends are at home on their computers doing their homework, I need to be in the studio. I need to be out of the comforts of home. It can sometimes be nice to get away and it can also mean missing out on quite a bit. Being an only child, I was used to doing a lot of things on my own and being alone growing up. I came to college this huge social network and it's allowed me to come out of my shell and to go in reverse just seems weird. This post can seem like a big whine fest, but i'm just saying how it is for a studio major, or so i've experienced. but if this is what i'm going to do i've gotta get used to it.
tonight, same scenario, not feeling well and wanting to just sleep i realized i need to put excuses aside. here's evidence to prove, that i made it to applied arts and that i am painting. and now blogging. maybe this is the dose of reality i really needed.