Got to thinking. About schools I didn't bother applying to. Ringling. Calarts. Savannah. Schools I never could have gotten into, anyway. The last time I had anything resembling art instruction, I was about 11 or so (how long ago was it, Nicole? With J'nell? I don't remember...), I think. And all that occurred then is we were given the art supplies and told to either do our own thing, or if we were brand-spankin'-new to art or were lacking in creativity, to copy the pictures in these big books of paintings, mostly of flowers and animals and inanimate objects like bowls and jars. I would have needed a portfolio for those schools. I don't have a portfolio. I don't have pieces I'd be proud to show to them. I have a few anime girls drawn in ballpoint pen on printer paper. I have blood and crayons. I have stories that all start to sound the same, anime people that all look the same, and a big fat dose of apathy. I'd be a worthless art student.
But I wonder.
Meh. Too late now.