Monday, October 3, 2011
When I was accepted into the Victorian College of the Arts, I remember entertaining the notion that I would actually be going to art school. What would it be like? Who would I meet? At the time I watched an awful film called 'Art School Confidential' which was AWFUL, but did give me many circumstances to fill my rather imaginative mind with, until I began first year. My experience has been nothing like that film. It has been nothing like any preconceived notion I had entertained at all. The thing about an art school experience is that it cannot be imagined or portrayed or parodied. It is only alive within itself, within the particular combination of individuals you happen to be thrown together with. The reason I'm so sad about leaving art school is that nowhere in my whole life again will this experience or environment be recreated or relived.
Anyway it's a little premature to be writing such a nostalgic post when I still have SO MUCH WORK TO DO and not enough time left in my beloved studio to do it!