look, a painting!

Okay, I know it doesn't look like much. A couple of messy tan brush strokes on a small white canvas... Well that's exactly what it is.

This is the skeleton of my next project. I've started painting again! Gasp!

What's that you say? Of course I can paint! Strange!

Bet you can't guess what it is. I'm not telling.

Here's the thing. I hate sketching and drawing in general, unless it's with charcoal. So I just go for the gold whenever I paint and hope that it turns out somewhat recognizable.

I haven't painted for years. I used to paint when I had time, when life was simpler. Then college came and work came and "love" came.

Now, life has settled down. I'm still in college and work is as busy as ever, but I've grasped the handle, found my best friend, and somehow am finding time to return to one of my few true passions.

the life of a sell out

Disclaimer: To any art major/artist, I still respect you.

I am an art major, more specifically a graphic design major. For some reason, whoever organized this institution decided to put graphic design in the school of art. This makes some sense, seeing as any decent graphic designer should know how to draw, but graphic design belongs more with advertising and marketing in my opinion. Or at least equal class requirements from each end.

Anyways, in the years I've been an art major, the minute I mention my specialty to any coffee-addicted, high-wired, paint-covered artist, they roll their eyes and somehow imply that I am not an artist, I am simply someone who wished they had a creative bone in their body who happens to be computer savvy.

I'm okay with it. At least I'll make some money in my career...

Now, I'm not saying there aren't any talented art majors at my school... I'm just saying that most of the time my artistic skill is dismissed right when I confess my unworthy major.

This is where I am going to share my journeys in the art world, critique other sell outs and hopefully redeem my seemingly low and laughable career.