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I'm a little more than apprehensive about tomorrow.
Jeanine and I are taking a trip to CCS (College for Creative Studies) in downtown Detroit for Portfolio Day. Super-artistic people are going to skim through our portfolios and say cold, impersonal, judgemental things about them. Not that I even have much of a portfolio. I have basically nothing to show for myself; only one matted piece, a sketchbook, and a couple of photos. You'd think I'd have more; I've been drawing since preschool.
I am terrified of being judged. I don't want other people to tell me what I already know. Art is the only thing I excel at, and there are hundreds of people better than me.
In my mind, CCS is a happy place full of happy memories. I don't want to ruin that.
Going to Portfolio Day is just asking for rejection.
Oh well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Ugh, cliches...
Jeanine and I are taking a trip to CCS (College for Creative Studies) in downtown Detroit for Portfolio Day. Super-artistic people are going to skim through our portfolios and say cold, impersonal, judgemental things about them. Not that I even have much of a portfolio. I have basically nothing to show for myself; only one matted piece, a sketchbook, and a couple of photos. You'd think I'd have more; I've been drawing since preschool.
I am terrified of being judged. I don't want other people to tell me what I already know. Art is the only thing I excel at, and there are hundreds of people better than me.
In my mind, CCS is a happy place full of happy memories. I don't want to ruin that.
Going to Portfolio Day is just asking for rejection.
Oh well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Ugh, cliches...