I’ve never been good at writing these kind of things, so this is a diary of my transitioning in art school as a freshmen (and so on) from high school until i graduate from college with a BFA at Cornish College of the Arts and ultimately documenting my life within that time-span; enjoying it, hating it, questioning it, and writing it all down. I’ve come to the realization of what it means to have a BFA or any type of degree in art. I also understand how it is viewed as a useless degree with possibilities of success as slim as it is to make it in the NBA. And when i tell people im majoring in art, they laugh inside as their eyes tell me to grow up, and then they say “that must be fun.”

“GET REAL.”

Thats what I tell myself everyday. I’m questioning my worth as an artist and my capability to produce work that will ultimately bring in the bacon. I’m spending over $26,000 a year for schooling in a field I display no confidence in and for a degree that lacks the financial stability needed to operate in this country. I know that 70% of artists have to work two jobs in order to function as middle class. And I hate it when people tell me just do what you love you’ll be okay. I love too many things in life to be okay with just one thing.

I’m just an artist in the city who has no idea what he has gotten himself into.