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It’s week 5 in Mixed Media and I don’t give a flying shit.
I don’t.
I am frustrated with the art, not as much with the materials and the processes but with the fucking rolling deadlines. I hate how stuff comes out when there’s a single day of planning (~3 hours or less,) a single day of refinement (again, ~3 hours) and about 12 hours of work time to try to pull something together. I feel like I can’t even get comfortable with the materials or the concept because I have to work and have responsibilities outside of school. Worse yet, the instructors are no help, as they fail to realize that they live and work on a schedule that is about 8 hours later than mine, so I have to anticipate what they may say. God forbid I have to wait for them, because it turns into a last minute wrap up and turn in.
The relentless pace is killing me as well. Every 5 weeks and 3 days I start a new class and have to buy a new text book and new materials. Occasionally I get a stipend from my loans to cover this. Usually not, though. There is a break of about 3 weeks in the Winter and 2 in the Summer, but it doesn’t really make up for the constant pounding of the rest of the schedule.
I have projects I want to get done, and things I want to try with the stuff I am learning, but by the time I get that freedom, I feel like the last thing I want to do is deal with the frustration of the Art. I am rapidly approaching my bullshit tolerance. I feel like I can’t get anything made for a decent portfolio because I am working on such a shitty schedule and my skills are such that I am unable to actually turn anything worthwhile out of the classwork. It’s a feeling of constantly producing shit work, which makes me feel even less capable and leads to making more shit work.

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