As stated in my previous post, it’s decision time.
I couldn’t bring myself to delete the emails from the Milwaukee Institute of Art & Design (MIAD) about my recent admission to their Graphic Design program. Yes, I have a problem letting things go. It’s a flaw, but minor. Let me rephrase: I have a hard time letting go when it comes to my career.
Except that science class, that was an easy let go. Me? In the medical field? There is not enough coffee in the world to help make that happen. I’m not saying I’m not intelligent, I certain am. The spark is what is missing. It doesn’t excite me. What excites me?
I’d prefer to have something that was stable with a salary excite me, but it seems, that is not the case. [Horseback] Riding doesn’t pay, but it excites. Art doesn’t pay unless you know the right people, but it’s all I know. I bleed linseed oil and my muscles are made up of white nylon brush bristles. That is as medical as I get. Right there.
Along with the MIAD email, I couldn’t bring myself to delete the Smithsonian email either. Or the Southwest Airline confirmation email from my interview for Smithsonian. Despite the politics that come with museum work, I miss walking the mall every morning and evening. I miss my repeat visitors seeking new artwork that we had on display. I miss the artists. To be honest, I miss the atmosphere.
It is the community I belong to. It is my life, always has been and always will be. So I should just stop pretending.
I’m an artist. Starving or not, the art world is where I belong.
It is time to make some decisions.
MFA in Painting.
Second Bachelors in Business Administration: Marketing.
My brain needs the creative aspect that Occupational Therapy lacks. I won’t be happy as an OT.
I miss art. I need art. Art, please take me back. I didn’t mean it when I broke up with you.”