Lost

I feel a little lost… like the wanderer in Friedrich’s painting. Unsure of where to go next.

I’m about to finish my Master’s in Visual Development, and while I’m pretty sure about what I want to do creatively, I have no idea what my next step is. So, naturally, I’m making a painting. (lol)

….aaaand as soon as I said that, i got scared. If you thought I was over my fear of failure—yeah, no. You’d be wrong. It just kind of shifted into traditional art, which used to be my safe space. I used to love “failing” with traditional media—well, I called it exploring. Now? I get anxious just thinking about starting a painting. So how am I going to solve that? By forcing myself to make this painting.

As to the other elephant in the room… “WhAt wILL yOu Do AfTer SchOoL?” I dont know. I just want to make art and tell stories through art. And if that means I have to do it on my own—build the project, raise the funds, hire the team—I will.
“What will you do for money?”
I’ll figure it out later.

So maybe I’m not that lost after all.

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