Canvas
Sitting in class (Business Writing) I suddenly had the urge to take up a paint brush - one of the big ones, that you have to grip with your whole hand and not just your thumb and two fingers - and scrawl and create. The words "Don't Wait" leapt readily to mind, as they usually due in times like this. I believe they may become my mantra.
With the words bouncing through my thoughts, I began sketching them stylistically across the bottom of the page, thinking about how wonderful the strokes would look on a giant canvas. Black letters and red, smudged background. It looks so beautiful and moving in the eye of my mind that it made me want to just walk out of the class, march to the art department, and demand canvas.
While walking home, I realized that I need to be fantastically rich one day so that I can just hang up a giant canvas on one wall whenever I feel inspired and just paint. If the painting ended up smaller than the canvas, I would cut it and use the spare canvas on frames for other paintings.
Mostly, though, these thoughts just remind me of how unsure I am of my own future. My teachers - at least the ones in computer science - keep telling me that it's entirely possible that from this generation on, we won't have just one career. We'll have several. Gone are the days of our parents, where they studied for four to six year (or more) and then plied their trade for the rest of their lives. Now, we'll learn, apply, and move on, learning new trades and creating entirely new careers for ourselves.
I want to program. I enjoy the challenge. But I also want to design. Not just code the physics behind the levels, but also look at how the lighting of a level, or the words of a character could change the game entirely. And not just games. I've always wanted to write. As a child I wanted to be an artist. Now I'm also interested in all kinds of physical activity - weight lifting, martial arts, parkour. Life's a big, long, winding adventure - why get stuck in a rut early on?
However, thinking about all of the possibilities this early on will drown me in a sea of them as I'm unable to choose one to hold on to for a time as I search for the next.
Programming. I have to remember that. Programming. I can write on the side, it makes enough money that I might be able to afford some of my more artistic yearnings, and with industries and companies the way they currently are - strongly interested in the health of their employees - I may get to do the things I want to to keep fit.
I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I want to create, but - and this is the truly frustrating part - it will have to wait. Not long, I hope, but for now I need to gain as much knowledge as I can; paint the canvas of my mind with as much schooling as possible before I move off on my own.
With the words bouncing through my thoughts, I began sketching them stylistically across the bottom of the page, thinking about how wonderful the strokes would look on a giant canvas. Black letters and red, smudged background. It looks so beautiful and moving in the eye of my mind that it made me want to just walk out of the class, march to the art department, and demand canvas.
While walking home, I realized that I need to be fantastically rich one day so that I can just hang up a giant canvas on one wall whenever I feel inspired and just paint. If the painting ended up smaller than the canvas, I would cut it and use the spare canvas on frames for other paintings.
Mostly, though, these thoughts just remind me of how unsure I am of my own future. My teachers - at least the ones in computer science - keep telling me that it's entirely possible that from this generation on, we won't have just one career. We'll have several. Gone are the days of our parents, where they studied for four to six year (or more) and then plied their trade for the rest of their lives. Now, we'll learn, apply, and move on, learning new trades and creating entirely new careers for ourselves.
I want to program. I enjoy the challenge. But I also want to design. Not just code the physics behind the levels, but also look at how the lighting of a level, or the words of a character could change the game entirely. And not just games. I've always wanted to write. As a child I wanted to be an artist. Now I'm also interested in all kinds of physical activity - weight lifting, martial arts, parkour. Life's a big, long, winding adventure - why get stuck in a rut early on?
However, thinking about all of the possibilities this early on will drown me in a sea of them as I'm unable to choose one to hold on to for a time as I search for the next.
Programming. I have to remember that. Programming. I can write on the side, it makes enough money that I might be able to afford some of my more artistic yearnings, and with industries and companies the way they currently are - strongly interested in the health of their employees - I may get to do the things I want to to keep fit.
I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I want to create, but - and this is the truly frustrating part - it will have to wait. Not long, I hope, but for now I need to gain as much knowledge as I can; paint the canvas of my mind with as much schooling as possible before I move off on my own.