Arty Farty

This evening, a piece of mine is up for sale. I donated "Separating" made of woven plastic wrap (see image below because I know pretty much all of you are wondering why anyone would weave plastic wrap, let alone call it art) to the Homeless Youth Coalition annual art auction. Sadly, it is not one of the pieces selected for the live auction, but I am in the brochure, and it will be prominently displayed in the venue where the auction is held, the Charles R. Wood Theater on Glen Street in Glens Falls. These moments are a little like Christmas for me, with lots of excitement and racing thoughts about the possibilities of the evening.

Thoughts of art have been at the forefront of my mind lately. I have started working again in earnest, and now that the flood gates are open, the path before my feet is becoming clearer with each passing day. I am meant to make art, and I think, to teach it. To give back all the inspiration and support I received as a student. My MFA is becoming an achievable goal, something I will succeed at if I am willing to put my all into it.

I am not sure if all graduate programs are the same, but the thought of pursuing one in sculpture is a daunting task, wracked with the fear that I don't have what it takes to get in. And getting in is the hardest part of all. Once in a program with the opportunity to prove my worthiness as a degree candidate, I think I will be fine. I am an extremely hard worker, I take criticism well (at least of my art work, I can't always say the same for personal criticism) and I can charm the pants of people with my go getter attitude and desire to please pretty much everyone. But getting in based on a bunch of pictures and paragraphs and letters of recommendation... not quite so sure. But all I can do is try. I will keep myself hip deep in ideas and creativity, seek out places to show my work, and not feel defeated if I don't get in on my first try. In the coming months I am all art. So be prepared to deal with me curling q-tips, weaving more plastic wrap, and aluminum foil, and masking tape, be prepared for my overly-caffeinated late night art making sessions, but most of all, be prepared for me loving every minute of it.