ghosthead. art imitates life.

My brain is either extremely sluggish or working on over time.

I’m a student. And yet I’m not currently studying at this present time.

I am doing.. Not much.

This is probably the relevant place to mention that I am an Art student.

Not an ‘arts’ student. An Art Student.

I study art. Not the ‘arts’.

I’m thoroughly baffled too.

Now that ^^, was the correct use of baffled.

So. I study art. I do know some things about art. I know who Brunelleschi is. I find him a lot more interesting than M C Escher. But really, you don’t care and neither do I.

Thank goodness.

I go to art school. University. And I’m pretty sure it’s not so much a case of me being interested in the subjects as it is them telling me the subjects I should be interested in.

Did everyone already know that? Am I coming in really late to this knowledge/idea? Why didn’t anyone tell me? People are so selfish with their knowledge!

The thing I’m having most trouble accepting is that we’ve been told, at art school, that, roughly, only 3% of us will make it. Make it.

Make.

It.

Make what?

It.

Does that mean fame? Only 3% of us will find fame? Or does it mean a job? Or a career? Or some kind of income? Some kind of happiness?

Is that what I should be searching for? Is that what will complete me? Is that what will validate my success as an artist? As a human being?

We’ve been told not to expect fame. That fame doesn’t come easily. That, perhaps, it’s not something that should be desired. That fame isn’t everything.

Well, quite clearly, it is. It is everything.

Do they say that to all students? Or is it just the artists? I’m struggling to understand.

Why aren’t they teaching us how to be famous then?

Why do I know that I am more interested in Brunelleschi than I am in M C Escher, but I don’t know how to achieve happiness?

Maybe, we just have to be famous within ourselves. Personal Jesus?

Oh gosh, personal Jesus has taken it to some other worldly dimension. I don’t know. It’s a song isn’t it? Marilyn Manson? Did he cover it? Oh gosh, please don’t punish me for not caring.