I'm travelling to Vancouver this weekend to apply to a variety of art schools; to call this nerve-wrecking would be an understatement. You openly expose your most personal work to these people in a situation where they have the opportunity to rip your still beating heart from your chest and shove it back down your throat. That is to say, you are willingly placing your deepest, most fragile emotions out for others to critique. I tell you, the concept of art is one of the strangest things ever to beat my brain.
I guess I'm just overly apprehensive at this moment. I mean, if they all tell me I should never touch a pencil or paintbrush again and