With my 30th birthday here and my graduation coming up in little over a week, I can’t help but find myself reflecting on some things (of course, right?). I feel as though I have been through a tremendous amount of changes in the last few years. I may be late, but five years ago I would have never believed I would be graduating from a university. I had set myself back so much when I was younger when I didn’t graduate high school, and was trying to grow up too fast. Being on your own by fifteen isn’t the smartest of ideas, but that’s the route I chose then. No kids. No marriage. Just flat-out wanted to be independent. I used to think I missed out on a lot by choosing to do that, but as cliché as it sounds, no regrets. (you guys saw that coming, right?)
Before I went into art school, I was always drawing. I was always dreaming-up something that made no clear sense to anyone else. Many times, I was hesitant to even mention I liked to draw. I was a little shy about it
Where am I going with this?
I don’t feel like I am that person anymore. I don’t feel reluctant. I don’t feel shy. I am more confident. At the same time, I am not arrogant, and certainly don’t feel like I am perfect. I feel that I will never reach a pinnacle of some sort. There’s always more. There will always be something to learn.
I just know that I have learned a great deal about myself over time. I’ve had times where I was completely lost and frustrated (still do) and even times where I questioned whether or not I was an artist… . I don’t have anything profound or philosophical to say about this, but I feel it more than ever that I am an artist. I don’t doubt anymore.
I found myself in a medium that I could never in a million years have stumbled upon without putting myself through school and being in the presence of certain people. Many will complain about art school, but I don’t see how else I could have explored all the different things I did. Like all things, it’s had its ups and downs, but I can’t leave in December and say I didn’t get anything out of it. I’ve met people and professors that not only have made me a better artist, but have made me a better person. I’ve met the most colorful and interesting people that I hope to always be in touch with. I may not get a job doing anything having to do with art, and that is okay. I’ll always do what I do.
here I am, 30 years old, and I feel absolutely great about it.
This concludes my sentimental milestone rant. Back to work.
Also, I’ll be posting photos of prints as I get them going tomorrow morning!