Over the past couple of months I’ve been studying like my life depended on it. On Thursday I get to be torn apart by a panel of professors. In four weeks I have finals. My university calls them barriers. As students, we call them ‘little hurdles’ because barrier sounds awful. They don’t feel like little hurdles.
When you’re at your placement from 7am-4pm every day, come home, and have to study, then on the weekend, spend both days studying (there may be some exaggeration, some nights I slack off and convince myself I’m studying by eating a 400g bag of party mix), you have to, as a good friend once put it, colour the edges.
I still haven’t framed this piece, but it’s a nice way to commence the onslaught of study season.
The problem with materialism, is that it’s effects don’t last very long. The problem with being a student, is that you can’t afford to spend your money on lasting things like painting classes or nice holidays.
So as a frustrated painter (I can’t paint, but one day I will learn), so I bought this print. If the original was available I would have bought it.
Then I bought these charming snack plates with a view to display them somewhere, but when they arrived, realised they are adorable in their own right as snack plates so have been eating snacks off them ever since.
One day I was really struggling with my motivation, questioning my existence and gnashing my teeth so I busted out and spent $100 on this painting (not a print) by the same painter as before. Don’t judge – we all have our vices.
Then I had a minor success in a practice version of being torn apart by professors and bought these to celebrate. They’re by someone called Laurel Burch – I have no idea who she is but somehow she knew I needed a pair of earrings that went with my leopard print circle skirt, black leotard, and red nail polish (pics will come eventually).
And finally I got paid one day last week, and bought another print in celebration. I find it adequately sums up my feelings right now. Caught in the apocalypse, releasing a small bird of hope. I like that art is all in how you interpret it – visually this is very much where I’m at right now.
Et voila! The second two paintings are in frames scoured from my local St Vinnies. The last is on it’s way and I can’t wait. One more day to go, my fingers and toes are crossed I’m ready to progress.