The Art of being Female
The first year and a half back in school was kind of a novelty. Being back on my favorite campus, new book bag, new shoes...you know the drill. Classes were fun, I knew all the answers and things weren't complicated. All of the sudden, I wasn't making little artsy things to put in a sales window. Suddenly I was expected to think of concepts and put my voice out there using a medium. Wait. Hold up...you want me to do what?? Yeah. Be loud and proud about something. Thus far, this is pretty much the only place I've been loud and proud with anything. I have readers but I don't have this massive following, so it's kind of like going to confession...I can't see the priest and he can't see me. The first couple of art classes were technical, they were based in method and formal aspects of creating art. Well, I'm not in the beginning stages anymore. It's time to think. It's time to find what matters to me and let it be seen. Sure it's