Found this in my freshman year files, and couldn't resist sharing it because it's so precious and funny to me:
I like to draw pretty pictures. Or rather I don’t – all my art turns out creepy, sexual or violent , because I’m secretly a sociopath apparently
And people probably think I’m a big narcissist because three big projects this year have consisted of pictures or drawings of my in my bra. And I showed everyone who walked by the glass case in main my titties practically. I also did this really shitty drawing /painting of wigs that is the dumbest thing I have ever done but Barry thinks It’s the shit.
I made a banana out of a plastic tablecloth. Which was cool. And I made a stupid cardboard thing. And braided chives for a day and accomplished nothing but a shitty installation and an apartment that smells like chives.
In painting class, I did nothing because I am a 5 year old and didn’t like the teacher so didn’t feel like doing work was important because hey, I didn’t have to work in high school, why would I have to now? Spoiled brat. I did one of my paintings at 3am-5am because I decided once that getting laid was more important than doing my homework. The rest of them were shitty still lives that had absolutely no relevance to my life in any way – I just had to hammer them out. There were two assignments that I actually enjoyed doing – and those were the FIRST and the LAST. And because of it I got purple oil paint all over my nice white jacket. And Finklestein didn’t even care, because hey, he was only here for one semester why would he give a fuck?
I’m not even going to talk about elements.
Illustration was fun. I drew thirty pictures of “addiction/overindulgence” and I was proud of them but my teacher shuffled through them like they were a fucking deck of cards. It was time-consuming. Then I drew ten more big ones that were awesome.
In graphic design I did basically nothing because apparently it comes easy to me. Great. I don’t want to have anything to do with graphic design!
lol. Freshman Aaaaaangst.
