So today was a good day. I kicked some ass at school, academically. The whole ambiance of the day just seemed very relaxed, despite next week being the last week of classes.
I also registered for the next semester today. Fun times baby. I'm headed for a concentration in Women's Studies and another associates degree, this one an A.A. in Humanities.
I've been really ambivalent about this second degree. It bugs me that I'm not an art major and that I'm not directly and actively working on my B.F.A. right now. Like, bugs me to the point that when I sat in on one of my old professor's class's crit a couple weeks ago while I waited to ask her if I could borrow a book, I almost cried for the beauty of it. She was irritated because only 3 students out of 16 had work to put up for critique, but I was dazzled. I just miss it so much. It doesn't feel right, not taking art classes.
But I'm trying to make the best of this. I'm trying to take classes that will inspire me and help me expand my understanding of art (hence the two philosophy classes this semester). I figure the more I know, the more I can create. In a lot of ways, an artist's mind is like a well. You're constantly drawing from the well to create your work. If the well goes dry, you're pretty much fucked. I don't ever want my well to dry up.
I've got to wonder though, how much this stuff is adding to my well. I wonder if instead of adding more water, it's really just pouring oil down my well. If I'm now going to be drawing up other people's thoughts and ideas and interpretations that have floated up to the surface, trapping and spoiling my own underneath it.
Ok, maybe I've carried this metaphor a little too far. But seriously, I don't want to spend the rest of my life regurgitating other people. And I understand that nothing's original, but still...
Hmmm...this requires more self-reflection I think.