Got my own studio (finally!) at the South Campus and it feels artgasmic. I did a little inaugural dance on the first day, and I'm just in awe of how far I've come. I have a lot of work to do, but I am happy with where I am.
This morning a fellow student was in an art rutt and I can remember how it was for me, and I'm sad for him. I wish I could use all the poetic words in the world to be able to lift him up out of his misery, but I know it's something all artists eventually have to go through, especially at the beginning of your academic career.
I have to write an artist's statement for the wall text of my show and it's a lot harder than it may seem.
