Finding My Way

So, the interview at OCAD didn't seem like a success. They may have been poker-facing it all the way, but it didn't feel like it went very well. Actually, I think I bombed. And I'm oddly relieved in a way. I keep questioning whether that's really the way I want to go about things, when there are lots of people out there, in my home city and elsewhere, that I can learn from and lots of ways I can participate. But I also have been REALLY enjoying doing my own thing and feeling it out at my own pace when it comes to my artwork. And really, it's always kind of been like that for me. But I'm glad I at least tried. And I've learned something from it and I think by giving it a shot and going through the whole application process, I forced myself to really consider what parts of all of this matter to me and what I can get out of going to school for art versus going my own way.

I think there's a reason why I got failing grades in most of my high school art classes, and continued to draw and paint and make things in the five or so years since then. I don't think that's changed much.