Angry people want you to see how powerful they are. Loving people want you to see how powerful you are.
I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask… I won’t tell.
I received some very sage advice from one of my Puerto Rico instructors a few days ago. The guy’s a researcher at Harvard, a biology professor at MassArt, and an artist. He’s pretty damn cool.
Anyway, what he told me (in my own words now, not his) was to not shy away from kissing ass. Because in all honesty, that’s the way to get a leg up over other people who want the same opportunities you want. There are a limited number of gigs, and you really have to be proactive about throwing your name and your work out there to get them. If you’re lucky, it won’t take your entire life to get noticed by the right people, and you’ll be where you want to be sooner rather than later. There’s a lot of luck involved, but unless you’re trying your hardest to get exposure to begin with, luck will have had nothing to do with you being unsuccessful. Do some pro bono work. Read up on new and interesting research, and just send out cold emails. You never know what’ll catch.
This is some of the more helpful words of wisdom I’ve received about my budding art career. It really helps to hear from someone who is somewhat in the field (even though he is mostly a scientist). It would’ve been great to meet his partner-in-crime (read: wife) who is a full time artist, and the other co-founder of the artbiocollaborative. I’m sure her input would’ve been invaluable as well. But alas, things happen.
My anxiety about this big life-goal transition has been slowly building for the past several months. And I hate talking about money, but when it is a legitimate concern, it’s hard not to think about anything else. I paid my first quarter fees yesterday and it felt like a punch in the gut. I’ve already spent a good chunk on art supplies in preparation, though I’m sure there will be more things I need once we get going. I have yet to find affordable housing and the first day of class is in 4 weeks. Nobody on craigslist is giving me the time of day…
Well. I just needed to write stuff out.
JUST GOTTA KEEP ON KEEPIN ON. I suppose.