Final Post - Onwards!
Art has always been an escape for me. My teen years were marred by events that at the time I thought I wouldn’t survive. Art class became a second home for me. As the years pass by, I grow more interested in the technical, functional aspects of art. How it shapes a space. The way it creates a memory. When it persuades. When it misses the mark. I’m now more interested in visualizing ideas, in communicating what words can’t do alone. I am less of a vessel, self-contained with my work, and more of a windpipe, acting as a channel — a way through. I feel like I’ve grown a lot over this year, both internally and with my work. I owe it to this class and all the ones before it for instilling in me a steady stream of hope that art persists. I tried and failed and tried again. I found new ways of working. I discovered methods to avoid. I felt sometimes my sanity was slipping. I bit off more than I could chew and rearranged it into something I could be proud of. There is still good in the world, and brushes to be washed.
I hope in 2024 to do more hand lettering. I want to really dig deep into typography. And to learn photoshop too. Actually learn it — not just saying that I will.







