It has been over a year since I graduated from Plymouth University. While reflecting on the time that has passed, I realised that some unexpected things have changed. What better way to delve into my psyche than to share with the world a few wisdoms and sorrows found along the way. They won't be true for everyone, so be warned.
To start off, a positive thought is necessary so here it is.
While enjoying life as a student in University, collage, or art school, art can be a little stressful from time to time. There are looming deadlines and everything produced has to show great development and to be nothing short of a masterpiece. Some are familiar with the pain that comes with giving birth to a good idea and with the blood and sweat that goes into artwork. Then there's always the banging of heads on desks, hoping that some dislodged brain cells might spark something new and unexpected.
After graduating, suddenly there is freedom. Apart from having to go out there and find a 'real' job, drawing can become more relaxed. You are free to draw what you want, how you want, and when you want. Best of all, you choose who you work for/with. So even though there are still deadlines and you continue to push yourself to learn and to keep to a high standard, you no longer have someone looming over your shoulder. Finally you can stop straining to please 'them' and begin to please yourself. Finally, art can be fun again.