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A few months into me being enrolled at VCU, I realized how ridiculous the people here are. I've said it plenty of times. Egotistical, elitist assholes pretty much sums it up.
For me to show a piece of work on critique day and have someone say "I don't get it" is fine. They don't have to get it, because I can make up any lame fucking excuse as to why it's art. It doesn't matter what the students think, it's what the teacher thinks. And I could pull together something retarded 2 hours before class - as long as I have a good explination to how it relates to the project we were given.
For my space research class last semester, one of the guys in my class put a dirty oriental rug on the floor, put bags of dirty clothes over it, and covered it with a sheet. We had a 45 minute conversation about it. 45 minutes. Are you kidding me? This has NOTHING to do with the project at all. It's a fucking dirty rug with dirty fucking clothes over it. How is that a fucking gravestone?
Ugh. I guess art is open to interpretation. But how can you expect to make a decent living when people are always judging what you're doing? That's why I'm glad to not want to go into the visual arts. Art frustrates me. People who like art frustrate me. And critics frustrate me.
I want to be able to take my knowledge of art and teach other people. Which is why I'm going into Art Education.
And all you stupid prestigious assholes who want to do your photography and pull "art" out of your ass are more than welcome to.
Oh, & this just justifies my thinking. A rat is not an artist. If you want to buy half chewed on yarn, then you are a fucking moron. You can find that shit in a trashcan. I don't need a rat to chew on an avacado for me, I can do that myself.
More power to the rat though, because he's living the life.
For me to show a piece of work on critique day and have someone say "I don't get it" is fine. They don't have to get it, because I can make up any lame fucking excuse as to why it's art. It doesn't matter what the students think, it's what the teacher thinks. And I could pull together something retarded 2 hours before class - as long as I have a good explination to how it relates to the project we were given.
For my space research class last semester, one of the guys in my class put a dirty oriental rug on the floor, put bags of dirty clothes over it, and covered it with a sheet. We had a 45 minute conversation about it. 45 minutes. Are you kidding me? This has NOTHING to do with the project at all. It's a fucking dirty rug with dirty fucking clothes over it. How is that a fucking gravestone?
Ugh. I guess art is open to interpretation. But how can you expect to make a decent living when people are always judging what you're doing? That's why I'm glad to not want to go into the visual arts. Art frustrates me. People who like art frustrate me. And critics frustrate me.
I want to be able to take my knowledge of art and teach other people. Which is why I'm going into Art Education.
And all you stupid prestigious assholes who want to do your photography and pull "art" out of your ass are more than welcome to.
Oh, & this just justifies my thinking. A rat is not an artist. If you want to buy half chewed on yarn, then you are a fucking moron. You can find that shit in a trashcan. I don't need a rat to chew on an avacado for me, I can do that myself.
More power to the rat though, because he's living the life.