July 22nd, 2005

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So I'm in art school now, and that inevitably means that I have been doing a lot of art. The writing has been pouring out, as I somewhat expected it to, being in a brand new place and all. But something I didn't expect to happen to the extent that it has is the random improvement in my drawing abilities. Before I came to art school, I was convinced that the only art I could do was with a computer mouse. I had little to no talent with a pencil or a pen, unless it was doing different fonts. I've always done everything by hand, and I take even more pride in that now that I've met all these people who have never been weaned from Photoshop.

All my friends are constantly carping about my placement. "What the hell are you doing in fashion design? You're an incredible graphic designer," they say. I don't really know what to say. I don't know where this ability came from, and I don't know if I should be pursuing it, but I have to make a decision sooner rather than later. It takes a lot to make it in a fashion world, and although I've never actually created any garment of clothing, I have ideas that I know could go far. I have ideas and creativity that I know could make it big in a fashion world, no matter how vicious it may be. Before now, graphic design was not something I considered as one of my options. But suddenly I have a decision to make. I am impressed with myself; more than I've been before. I am in the right atmosphere for this. I look at my work recently and it screams "Fuck fashion. You are a designer!" My teachers are impressed with this talent that has seemingly sprung from nowhere; Suddenly I can draw. Suddenly all the options have changed and multiplied. Art school has pulled all unknown aptitude with a pen from me; squeezed all the pulpy artist skill from my pores and turned me into something better in just two weeks. Suddenly I can draw.

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