I hate art students. Creators of art. Purveyors of art. So elite, so different. So superior. Sometimes I think "pretension" can be used to replace the word "art." Think about it. "I'm majoring in art (pretension)."
Yet at the same time I have a desire to create that burns like the urination of a gonorrhea patient. Be it an urge to achieve some sort of postmortem existence or a bona fide interest in contributing something beautiful/ugly/thought-provoking/interesting to society. I don't know.
So I feel I'm being pulled in two directions. The logical/sensible/worthwhile and the creative/unique/worthless. And college has only exacerbated this ambivalence. I have to walk through the arts wing to get to my history class. In my photography class, I'm painfully aware of the fact that, somewhere, a physics lecture is being held. I don't know to which camp I must maintain loyalty.
Maybe I think too much.
Yet at the same time I have a desire to create that burns like the urination of a gonorrhea patient. Be it an urge to achieve some sort of postmortem existence or a bona fide interest in contributing something beautiful/ugly/thought-provoking/interesting to society. I don't know.
So I feel I'm being pulled in two directions. The logical/sensible/worthwhile and the creative/unique/worthless. And college has only exacerbated this ambivalence. I have to walk through the arts wing to get to my history class. In my photography class, I'm painfully aware of the fact that, somewhere, a physics lecture is being held. I don't know to which camp I must maintain loyalty.
Maybe I think too much.