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| That would be me... in 2005, burning my outlet and giving a big screw you to the "institution" of education. |
I went to art school. A good art school; and it was the biggest mistake I ever made. I had trouble in school, I had to work terribly hard to get an A. I took copious amounts of notes that were beautifully written and were word for word what the teacher had spoken... most of the time they even came with illustrations. At times my notes were so good that the teacher would take them, xerox them and hand them out to the class as a study guide. Yet, when the test came, I would usually get a C or a D. If it was french, it was always an F. I wanted to be a nurse, or a veterinarian. I loved taking care of sick animals, and bandage up nasty wounds. My mom was a nurse, a good one at that. I looked up to her and admired her hard work, and how her patients always praised her as if she were a real Saint.
I told her that I wanted to be a nurse when I was in middle school. Without looking up from her book she just sorta mumbled about how I would have to be good at math or science, and that maybe I should just focus on Art since I was clearly talented with that. As I stumbled my way through high school it was clear to me that nursing was going to be too hard for me. I could barely pass chemistry and I hated it with a passion. Algebra was too much as well. I quickly became defeated and turned my energy to the only thing that made me happy or gave me praise.
The art department. I was a celebrity in this wing of the school. I would go there during my lunch hour to smoke a cigarette with teacher and talk about Andy Warhol or what was new and hot at the Met. I was no longer the dumb kid... I was treated as a fellow adult, and respected by all of my teachers for the work I was producing. I won a few awards, actually I was awarded for every competition I entered. I even won a full scholarship to Rosemont Colllege. I was an idiot. I didn't take it because I didn't want to go to a catholic all girls school. Little did I know that the downfall of me would be paying back the terrible loans that I was soon to rack up.
Anyway, my portfolio was accepted to RISD, Tyler School of Art , and Moore College of Art. My grades however were rejected. I wanted to go to Tyler. So they sent me to Beaver college for a year to get my grades up and then I transferred. I went to Tyler for graphic design but was quickly weeded out due to my sloppy work. I just wanted out, so I went into painting and got my BFA.
A painting degree... gets you nothing in real life. The one thing I learned was that I had the talent... I didn't need to go to school and pay someone to teach me how to paint... I could just do it. I think I was a better artist before I became brainwashed with other artists and their ideals and themes.
So my thesis was. "This is my last painting". I am done... I'm going to medical school and will never paint again. I took my brushes in front of the artist committee, and set them on fire. My professors were horrified. They told me that this was crazy talk, that I had something amazing, that I could be famous. I told them to go f#Ck themselves, I don't need their approval, or their critic any longer. I'm done with the art world. And true to my thesis I haven't painted since.
Anyway, I never did make it to medical school.
I'm just starting to dabble in my doodles again as you can see... I find that it is really easy to draw chickens. They don't have noses or ears... which to me are a quick way to ruin a face.
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| Watts and chicken. Pencil doodle. |
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| Trying to learn how to doodle the family quick, and couldn't resist putting a little color to my chicken drawing. |
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| Had so much fun coloring in my chicken I decided to work on a quail. Their feathers are insane. This was a little too much for me at this point. I gave up on it. |
If you like my art... here is a place where I keep a lot of it.
http://lizaaron.deviantart.com/
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