Reflecting: Tripping Myself Up

My fine arts training sometimes trips me up. I earned my degree in a fine arts major where art (and the artist, no matter that said artist status was a month old) was taken deadly seriously and endless lazy hours were spent on “critique” where the most subjective and inaccessible thoughts were encouraged, the best absurdities were rewarded with conferrance of validity. “Validate your forms.” “Is this … Continue reading Reflecting: Tripping Myself Up