Art school

I am sure that I am not the only pretentious artist on this site, so I am wondering who else has been or is attending a specifically designated art school.I had been putting this off for years, but finally decided to go and give it a try.I have always felt art was something given not learned,so far I feel as if I am living in that movie "Art School Confidential."

It's because you ARE living that movie. There's no way to take the snobbery or the facade away. That's why I only lasted a year before going back to mainstream uni.

I had a couple of friends who went to art school. I visited them once...once. I just could NOT stand the Ultra-Mega-Douchebags who inhabited the place.

When you're accepted into art school....do they give you a douchebag-do-it-yourself kit?

Actually, they did.
It came with a carton of Marlboros and a lighter (to get them through the first day or so), five spiral-bound black sketchbooks, ramen noodles, cheap vodka, a travel-sized tube of gesso for clean clothes, trial-sized versions of black oil paint for that just-woke-up-and-came-to-school-without-bothering-to-wash-AGAIN look, a brochure about how showering is optional, and a schedule of orientation activities to brainwash you into thinking you know everything there is to know before you ever step foot into a classroom. There was even a rule about how everyone must stand outside smoking but not speaking to one another and there was one student for every subject who bullshitted their way through the application and was awarded a scholarship for their efforts.

Also, a prerequisite for some classes was that one didn't pay for one's rent, nor did they know its cost. Because mum and dad were taking care of it.

Never went to art school, but I spent 6 years hanging around Montserrat college of art as most of my friends and my brother went through there. It wasn't douchebaggy, though it had it's share of odd folks. It was a cool little place with awesome teacher/student ratios (like 5:1) that kept the whole deal very informal. Cool halloween parties as well. To this day many of the graduates and some of the teachers think I was a student, so I guess that speaks to how much I liked the place if I was around that often.

Lucky!

Makes me think of an episode from Red Dwarf where Lister claims he had no education. When pressed he admits that he went to art college.

There was that whole semester that focused on making really annoying paint splattered pants to wear in public. The suits HATE seeing those pants.

I really like it when Hinata posts.

Fucking hated "Art School Confidential," minus the fact that it hit so many of the stereotypes right on the head.

Thanks,

Now I'll probably go and say something forgettable in my next post.

Was accepted to the Art Instute of Chicago in 1996, didn't go. Was a fine art major (painting) for three years at a state school.

Self-involved douchebaggery ran rampant.

See? And some people act like Greeks are the only college-level douchbags.

whereas art-school students, or Art-Fags (regardless of preference) dole out douchebaggery they do so singularly, or at the least, quietly smoking while wearing way too much black clothing.

greek douchebaggery is unforgivably loud AND obnoxious.

where I come from...being a douchebag is being a douchebag.

Fixed for Greek grammar.

Oh, douchery finds its way into all levels of college society. We've discussed the art-snob douches. And the frat/sorority douches are evident. But there are plenty of others. There are the writer douches (the one that springs to mind is the guy here who always wears a kilt and has a long beard, who always reads the same damn story at open-mike nights). There are the science douches who scour the world for geek-chic fashions. There are the sports douches who wear workout clothes every day, but change before they workout. There are the psych douches sitting around with whispy beards, trying to smoke pipes and discussing Freud vs Jung. There are the language douches, who start spouting off French and German terms in non-languge classes. There are the church-douches, who can't enter an argument without using the Bible as a source.

And then there are we teacher douches who can't stop laughing in their faces

Fixed for accuracy.

Sticks and stones, beersipper.

you would be wrong.

*looks at head-to-toe black clothing*
*looks at vanilla cloves in purse*


... shit.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

You don't know anybody from Bensonhurst...do you.