My brain, at this moment, is a labyrinth of information. What do you need to know? Is is pertinent, or useful, or exciting? I'm afraid that I can't help you with that, but if you are interested in something, say, centuries old, with a certain musty/elitist/je ce c est quoi about it than I'm your girl. Ok, I'm just going to get this off of my shoulders.
1. Art is not math. I can, and will, have a different opinion about what makes a masterpiece and what makes something that will really please Grandma. I will be as correct as you will be, albeit less refined. I am young!
2. Art is hard. Have you tried to stand up in front of people for many, many hours while they are looking at you with that strange student expression that lies between ignorance and knowledge and try, for the life of you-try to make them understand why they should know the differences between Late Baroque and the Rococo? Because you know it, and you care, you stand there like a cartoon espousing Germain Boffrand's contribution to the world and they don't care.
3. Art is going to make me fat. How long have I sat here, working on this class? I am, for the first time in my life, engaging in emotional eating. My ass shall soon engulf this little office. I miss my family. I miss going on walks. I miss T.V.
Maybe I am not cut out for this line of work after all. But what else can I do? I am a rare bird.
Perhaps I will take some comfort in Rembrandt: Practise what you know, and it will help to make clear what now you do not know.
