It's Done.

My unit is done.

As well as a lot of other things. I just had my last Advanced Painting crit ever on Monday. Basically, that means, my last painting crit ever. My last undergrad painting course EVER is done. And now, after a semester of working, and trying, and experimenting, I'm supposed to stop? I'm supposed to go student teach? I'm supposed to not focus on my growth as an artist? Because, all very suddenly, I feel it. I'm not done here, I've only just begun. I'm good, I've got room to be great. I want to lead that artistic life. I want more classes, more late nights in the studio. I want a studio of my own, dirty and grungy and always prepared for me. My space. My work. I've been inspired, I know which direction I want to take. I finally have favorite artists and things that I know I love and things I know I want to do. Yes, of course I still want to teach. I've always wanted to. It's my dream. But right now, I'm not done with learning about myself as a painter, as a drawer, as a maker, as an artist. I'm not really feeling it. It being student teaching. It being graduating. It being, what, go back home for a year and try to make money in a town stark of inspiration? It being then go try to start a life, start grad school, start a job. No, I want to be here and continue what I'm doing. I watched my friends and peers work and set up BFA shows and I want that, I want to be there. I want to have shows, I want to make more work, to have to time to allow myself to focus on it. To not be distracted by other things, other classes.

Alright, I'm done.