A Game of Chance
OK. Deep breaths. It’s the last term of the course.
I feel… strangely detached from the idea of the Thesis Show, the culmination of two years of non-stop, intensive creativity.
Perhaps this may be due to the fact that as an international student none of my friends and family from the UK will really ever get an experience of this exhibition. The culmination of two years of work and life apart that has only been discussed over video chats on skype.
Perhaps this may be due to the fact that to my relief, my professor told me not to worry, work hard, and that the show will definately not be what I imagine due to the sheer number of graduating MFA students and the exhibition space allocated.
Perhaps this may also be due to the possibility of living on a remote Scottish island with a dog, chickens and most likely unemployment.
Perhaps I can turn the unemployment into self-employment.
The words perhaps, change and chance. These seem to be words that artists continually address, both in creative life and personal life.
