…when you spend the last two hours talking to your closest friend that is also the most notable ex. She remains in my life because I have never met somebody that deserves such respect, but she lives and goes to school in Asheville. I talk to so many people that only act in half measure, that myself and the rest are all talk. “Well, I am going to be a designer and get out of this city, or I am going to be such and such.” No, they are not and nor will I because we are not all the shit that we let people think.
I have done nothing to really warrant my criticism towards my peers, I just have come to terms with the fact I am talk. I have not accomplished a quarter of what the most valuable people in my life have completed. I am disgusted with the drawings that I sumbitted to the green bean, I just want to change it. There are pieces in that show that I am blown away by and also wish for more. However, I did not devote myself like I should have and really i do owe it to another good friend that gave me said opportunity. It is more so that I just really have come to terms with being a design major over this semester and especially considering that I spent this spring break avoiding going anywhere. I have a role to fulfill, I am not going to be some big shot artist but instead I am the designer, printer, or illustrator to the job. I went to an arts high school and pursued art in college because it was the only thing I knew, so many people are design student and cannot even draw the physical. All my training should have been devoted to something of actual cultural value.
Enter discussing my ex, she has accomplished something and has all the right to talk. She studied abroad twice, then has a wealth of academic and prestigious accomplishments. She speaks spanish, when every other spoiled white kid thinks they speak it too or some other language fluently. Sorry but despite the shit ton of french movies that I have watched, by no means do I think I speak French. Yet, she thinks that she will not get into graduate school. Meanwhile, in our society of art/design majors,we think that we CAN and WILL get into a good graduate school. Then to think back on a friendship that I lost and realize that when they would talk about being this or that one day, for them to write her off because she was “bitchy”. Well you know what, at least she deserves such a right because there are only so many people that can leave me in awe.
It is just sad that I spent most of my week with one of my favorite professors and only end with me being slightly frustrated by the things he asked me. When I was asked what I wanted from graduate school, I said I wanted to eventually teach at a university. He replies, “no, you want to be an artist.”
No, I don’t want to be an artist. I don’t want the name or the recognition because that is not a valid desire.
so I was never really a fan, but I just started again with a new username : Meet_Greet_MGB
Also, the iPad app is way too fucking fun.
I did this to start a few projects, also for the purpose of avoiding trouble on Facebook and trying new things. So hey, add me or ignore me. And if you are on the UNCG campus keep an eye out for the ” what is the definition of…” box tour from building to building starting on Friday.