November 3, 2014
It's so gratifying showing a really uncomfortable and personal piece of artwork for the first time and having someone come up to you afterward and say "I get it." Like yeah the whole class understood what it was about and said it was really intense and heavy and stuff, but I know now that this complete stranger was sitting on the other side of the room holding back tears and feeling just as queasy as I was and fighting the urge to get up and leave the room. Ive also never been more proud or flattered or anything, than when my professor told me that I handled such complex subject matter with such a delicate light touch and absolute grace. Like holy fuck, making graceful, impactful art is fucking life goals like you know what, maybe I won't be completely crushed when I get rejected from UT again next year because at least I'll know that I'm still capable of making good art right here where I am and that all these sleepless nights are worth it. In other news, my boo is amazing and I totally love and adore them and can't wait to see them again and I am more and more appreciative of them with each passing day and respect them even more with each argument we resolve. I love you.