But you know what my blog thing so I totally get to vent.
So I am in my fourth year at art school and doing my thesis, 12 pieces based on a single concept. I work my ass off for this class and get chewed out every week, and seriously would not have a problem with it if it was constructive, but it`s turned into plain old critisism, and today was the last straw. So I`m in class and meet with the prof one on one. I would like to say that the entire class can hear all of what goes on during these meetings. So I sit down and get told that I have no passion for what I am doing. My last two pieces were crap she says, ok fine y`know what they weren`t good. She then goes on to question the choices I made to get to art school, she says since I have no passion for what I am doing that I obviously got here because I wanted an easy way out, get my degree from any school for anything and get out. Right. So art school is a bitch fyi, it`s a ton of work and the pay off is a critique where everyone lets you know why your stuff sucks. This bitch has my hackles up now and tells me I am going to fail and have to work harder than anyone else in the class cause I suck. Now where did she get this idea that I have zero passion? A survey she gave out at the start of the semester. You know the ones, what’s your name, who are your favourite artists, what do you want to do when you graduate, what art books do you own. I don’t know what I want to do when I get out, I’ll work for anyone who will pay me, that’s right I’m an art whore, and I pretty much wrote that. I also left the books section blank. Why? Cause I own a shit ton of books, I have books I buy for cover art, story books because I like the art, and other bits and pieces. Silly me thinking that this survey was like every other teacher would give and toss to the side. Apparently this womans whole oppinion of me rests on this stupid single sheet of paper. She has done nothing to help me imporve my art or concepts, nor has she offered me any extra help as she claimed she would if she found someone struggling. Her teaching and art directing towards me is dismal and then she insults me as a person and claims that I put myself through hell to go to an “easy” school. There are 12 month programs for that miss, and I could be a bloody nurse. Is this enough passion you pretentious bitch? Needless to say we’re done. I’ll be taking on thesis again next year with someone who actually gives a shit.
