sometimes i really miss when i was an art major. the perspective i had that i was going to really get in deep and understand art etc etc. one of the biggest let downs in my entire life will probably be when i realized i’d never be involved in it in such a way i wanted to, and i am and always will be in love with a lot of different visual art (mostly super modern/contemporary stuff) but my heart kind of aches knowing that it’s probably always going to be from a distance.
i mean, i view. i feel like i have a good eye for it, i can appreciate it and sometimes critique it if it’s called for. i still draw, i still take pictures and half heartedly arrange things. but it’s just that, it’s a hobby.
i took that same love and pushed it into my obsession with literary analysis/books and i’m okay with where i’m going and the direction i’m pursuing. i love literature and want to be involved in it at an academic level again, and am really excited this thing i’ve been in love with since i could read has gained so many levels over the last few years.