Anyway, the J2 and J1 art gays went to Raffles Institution (JC) for an art exchange programme. We were privileged to see their art coursework from their 2008 batch which got all distinctions. I was really flabbergasted by the quality of work and in comparison to mine, it was way, way, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy better. After feeling depressed looking at their final work, their preparatory boards nearly killed me. I swear they spent like their whole life doing art and nothing else with the effort that they put in. Sigh...
It made me reflect about my attitude towards Art. I mean, I've always enjoyed doing art as a favourite pastime. But somehow, doing Art as a curiculum subject takes away that feeling of satisfaction and enjoyment that one has towards doing art. Art is a subject which lets one to express himself, freely. It does not have to be appealing to the eyes. It does not have to be perfect with sharp edges. It just has to have meaning, a personal interpretation of a theme. And it can be anything, a universal piece of artwork.
But lately, I've been feeling too depressed, too caught up with deadlines and schedules that I've lost touch with the emotions of art. I've been too busy complaining and whining and bitching about teachers (no offence) that I fail to take it in my stride and use my creativity to improve myself. I am too dependent on the teachers to help me solve technical problems which I could solve myself. I am too slow at finishing tasks which only needed a few hours of my free time. It is a wonder how a visit to RJC could make me reflect about a lot of things that I wish I could have avoided.
Well, no human beings are perfect. But that doesn't mean we need to make more mistakes. One has to learn from his mistakes, and learn it fast so that he can catch up with others who wants that distinction as well. I believe I can do it. I just need a little more encouragement. Just a bit.
I was in the MRT, back from CityHall. And WFA came into my mind. I miss you :)
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