Today was surreal. I had three tutorials today, which was a disaster waiting to happen. Two of them merged into one as one of the tutors was late and the other was early. They both seemed to agree on a lot of points and I got a lot of feedback. The third and last tutorial just confused me. I got told everything I should have, everything I was trying to avoid.
I don’t love my work at the moment, that is my most major problem. I don’t hate my work and I don’t hate art or being an artist. I’m just not in love with what I’m doing. I’m often and most happy when I’m in love with the process. At the moment I feel like I’ve created a style I have to abide by and I have no time left to change my mind.
I need to think a lot of things over tonight. Today was a wake up call. It was nasty and unnerving but it was necessary. I had to face the truth.
I need to find the love and excitement. What is the point of making something that you are indifferent towards?
