If you have been here for a while you have probably heard about my trial and error with graduate school. If you have been here long enough, you might have even read along with the story while it was happening.
To catch up new readers, I will be brief:
After college I tried graduate school. Twice. The first time was to become an art teacher, what was expected of me and what I had been told my whole life I should be if I kept an interest in art. Realizing that children-and standardized tests and politics and lesson plans and politically correctness- were not for me, I thought maybe a professor of academia would be a better fit. You can at least say curse words if you teach at the college level.
In love with my new environment where I was taking classes for a Master of Fine Art degree, I spent most of my time skipping class and hiking. It was a heavy year. I was depressed, I was a bad version of myself to other people, I got outside with my new dog, I was transfixed by the beauty of upstate South Carolina, I fell in love with the man I would later marry the next year and I learned to let go of everyone else’s expectations of me and began, for the first time in my life, to make decisions for the kind of life that I- nobody else- wanted for me.
When I was not following the footsteps of Ann Messenger and skipping class, I showed up and tried to find some sort of belief in myself through the critiques. One day in class, my professor listened to me while I told him my fear of creating the kind of work that I really care about it because I was not sure if I had the true agency and responsibility to do so. He listened kindly then said, “Tell your story, because you sure as hell are the only one that can”.
This piece represents letting go of the fear to discuss the topics I really want to talk about. The taboo of sexuality in the South. I really need to talk about misguided advice, often from erred understanding of scripture, that was used to shame and humiliate us girls as we grew up in a rural place. I have to say something about sexual assault and blood on the land down here.
Let this piece start the conversation as the painter behind it works to heal.