I had my last 'offical' class of printmaking today. and it has already left a small hole. I know that I will be in there a ton between now and next thursday, but the thought that it is over has left a cloud over me. It hurts my soul to think that I will never be a student in Owen again, that the wonderful mingling smells of toxic spray paint, pugnent nitric acid, sweet smelling gum aribic and tantalizing printing ink will not fill my nostrils after the 20th. I am glad that I am graduationg, and moving on, but I will miss the family have found in those messy halls. I had never had that kind of artistic community until this summer and I am disheartend to know that it is over.
What am I going to do now? I mean I know that I am going home and then hopefully grad school, but my studio life is over. I am already missing it. I will miss the random art conversations, the debates of the meaning of life and if the human race was really just a slave race for some far off aliens. My life will consist of my parents and coming to Asheville whenever possible to maintain some feeling of culture. I guess my personal work ehtic and artistic desire will maintian my inspiration form now on.
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