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One final stands between me and summer. Come thursday I'll be done. It's a joke anthro class, and the finals not even cumulative, but I need to study my ass off because I blew off studying for the last test so my grade's not looking too pretty. I need an A.
Art is done for the semester, and it's odd to be done. I learned a lot about me and my art, and what I want to accomplish with it this semester. I want to be a moderately successful artist. I want my career to be making and selling art, not something else, like TEACHING art and then making art on the side as a hobby which was the original plan. I will have to have an actual job to fund my life, but it needs to work around me making art. Waiting tables is unfortunately a good match at the moment. BUT I HATE THAT SHIT. It's easy ass money, but damn, dealing with needy people can be ridiculous, especially when they do not tip well.
The question of grad school is still up in the air. I need to go, but it's so daunting.
It's odd that it's already summer. I've never wanted to fast forward through summer before, but I'm ready to be starting my last semester. And I'm also not happy about being away from the studio and my professors for so long. I've never made art over the past summers, but I need to now. AND I need to get into shows and galleries and sell some damn art. I need some motivation.
Also, over the course of the semester, and my college career really, I've come to terms with the fact that I'm a feminist. "Feminist" is such an odd word, it has so many negative connotations and it's meaning has changed over the decades. But, feminism is not about man hating. To me it's just about women and their roles in societies globally, and being a woman and doing what you want, regardless of what's the norm. Vagina power y'all. I guess it goes hand in hand with being a female artist. And the minor in anthropology helped too.
Art is done for the semester, and it's odd to be done. I learned a lot about me and my art, and what I want to accomplish with it this semester. I want to be a moderately successful artist. I want my career to be making and selling art, not something else, like TEACHING art and then making art on the side as a hobby which was the original plan. I will have to have an actual job to fund my life, but it needs to work around me making art. Waiting tables is unfortunately a good match at the moment. BUT I HATE THAT SHIT. It's easy ass money, but damn, dealing with needy people can be ridiculous, especially when they do not tip well.
The question of grad school is still up in the air. I need to go, but it's so daunting.
It's odd that it's already summer. I've never wanted to fast forward through summer before, but I'm ready to be starting my last semester. And I'm also not happy about being away from the studio and my professors for so long. I've never made art over the past summers, but I need to now. AND I need to get into shows and galleries and sell some damn art. I need some motivation.
Also, over the course of the semester, and my college career really, I've come to terms with the fact that I'm a feminist. "Feminist" is such an odd word, it has so many negative connotations and it's meaning has changed over the decades. But, feminism is not about man hating. To me it's just about women and their roles in societies globally, and being a woman and doing what you want, regardless of what's the norm. Vagina power y'all. I guess it goes hand in hand with being a female artist. And the minor in anthropology helped too.