While I was away (from here), I was painting the above. I also applied to three Universities – Goldsmiths, Chelsea College of Art and Design and Central Saint Martins and I have interviews at all three “Colleges”! I meet my future in mid-May. I am vigorously assembling my portfolio in-between identity crisis’. Such as, Am I good enough? Do I really need to go back to University? Is my name really Kyla? That kind of thing.
Q-Art was the forum I told you about last post. Despite my doubts about wether I was ready to be critiqued or not, I talked about my most recent series of paintings in front of 40 or so strangers. It was as expected, when you’re talking about your artwork that you have no objectivity towards. I froze. They stared. I rambled. The conversation opened. The audience felt more comfortable and the debate began.
I was not surprised by the feedback I was given. Many people said there was anger in my work. They said it was clear that I loved painting and was talented. They assumed I disrespected my subjects. There was a debate about painting after someone questioned me about why I was painting. My response was, that I heard painting was dead. Quickly another audience member added that the question about why I chose paint and not another medium was presumptuous and the rest unfolded.
I had a few cheerleaders there for moral support. I left and had a nap. These exhibits exhaust me. I need to go to bed. I am working on it,