Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.
~Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
It’s strange to be sitting here staring at the screen trying to think of what to say on a blog again. Sakes alive, it’s been ages since I wrote and hit “publish.” Please forgive my rusty wheels and fingers as I navigate through this awkward transition.
My life is full of journeys and transitions right now, two of which are this blog and art school. I won’t spill the beans on the rest, I can’t give you all the goods in one sitting.
School. Wow. HOLY HUGENESS!
Some would say the journey to school started when I decided to allow myself to be persuaded into applying for art school. Yes, some teacher, who had never met me and who had never seen my art before, felt inspired to push that button and tell me to apply. I had never thought about it really before, and certainly didn’t think I had a chance, but something spoke to me and I decided to go for it.
Others may have thought the journey began when I started working on my portfolio which I needed to submit in order to apply. This I needed to start from scratch because as some of you may not know, before Jan 1, 2013 I only painted three wee pictures ever before. Yes, you heard me right, I never really did art before apply to art school. Seems totally reasonable I’d jump on that boat right?
What about the day I got the call that I got accepted? Besides being totally gobsmacked I’d assume some people thought my journey started there. My disbelief lead to me not telling a soul about my acceptance for three weeks, I really needed time to digest it, after all, I had heard things like, “you know you won’t get in, my friend is a great artist and she applied x number of times and never got in.” Not that these comments (not said to be mean or hurtful) made me think I didn’t have a chance, the reality of it was simply a girl who just decided to start finger painting doesn’t just get accepted into art school when people who’ve been doing it for ages don’t. Until I got in. Can’t blame me for having some serious shock issues there.
For me, it hasn’t seemed real yet, so I can’t say that I’ve really started a journey as of yet. I could have done so many things along the road up until this point which would have stopped the boat from pushing away from land. But today, things have changed. I bought my boarding pass and my journey starts on September 2, just a few days away.
I’m excited, and under that I’m even a touch nervous, but less than I anticipated, maybe Monday will be a different story. For now I’m not going to think too much on it, I’m going to go paint.