Assessment time is upon me and it's whittled away my days and big chunks of my sleep.
I've been on high adrenaline and high productivity since the start of the month, trying to catch up on uni work that was left by the wayside during the extraordinary time-eater that was the RAW Artists Exhibition.
As of today, I've completed my painting critique and am trying to get myself to sleep early for my jewellery and small objects critique tomorrow morning (it's not really working, by the way).
The painting critique went... ok; painting teachers are hard to read. :/
Some of the questions fired at me, i.e. what style do I want to work in, what I plan to do next year, what my plans for my future artistic career are etc, put me a little on the spot. I felt like I needed to know exactly what I wanted to be, what I wanted to do forever and ever and ever after uni.
I know it was all meant to be helpful but it made me feel like I needed to be squished into one single categorising box of art... which is very far from what I actually enjoy doing, which is dabbling and cross disciplines and mixing and experimenting with styles, techniques and whatever else I can get my hands on.
It's a confusing state to be in and the insecurity just keeps on piling up.
Hopefully, after these exhausting few weeks, a nice, quiet, looooong break will clear the mental cobwebs and allow me to consider some of these question with a little more clarity. A recharge of the batteries should get my head out of this strange half-zombie state I've wallowed in for far too long.
My paintings presented at critique.
I am Vee.
Artist, Jeweller, Designer, jack of many useless trades, mental archive of many useless facts.