The changing of the Seasons

Well Week 2 has started and I've faced some fears.
Namely an intimidating professor, who turns out to like me.
I think I knew that...

Anywho.
Painting class has started, and I've finished a large version of scales using black & white, then one using white & burnt sienna.
They're kinda pretty.
Now we're starting a still life of all these white vases.
I of course have the painting possibly made by a 7 year old.
In some odd way, I think it has potential.
Maybe I have potential too.
Hope freaking so.

So I've been thinking about my career lately.
I want to work in a museum or gallery, just something I can completely immerse myself in.
My dream job would be to work at The Natural History Museum in NYC.
I love history as well as art, so its a beautiful thing.
If I did work there...there would be massive blogging.

For now all you get is rambling and bitching by a broke college student.
I wish I was a lyrical genius. Putting forth words to paint such a vivid picture every human would get a heart pang with every syllable.

Maybe I'll see if I can network and find some people I could talk to about getting a job at the museum.
Gotta sell myself, real good like.

I just want to immerse myself in all art forms, and be around all that creation.
I want to have a hand in what people learn.
Be the catalyst between creation and accessibility to understand.

I also learned today that I had a fondness for Shakespeare that I had no prior knowledge of.
Go figure right?
I, at first, couldn't get over the harshness of his stuff. Death, teen love and murder, and all the other nonsense.
But taking a new class and seeing it in a new light is really helping me appreciate it.
I wouldn't even mind acting in a Shakespearean play like the Reduction Company who does heavily abridged versions of Shakespeare's plays.
I guess I'm just taking a new interest in language, art, and history.
I want to make a career out of those three things.
I would be sophisticated, educated, and creative.

Alright, off to be elegant, eloquent, and unconscious <3
There's always tomorrow.