UNPROMPTED PROMPTS | UNEXPECTED QUESTIONS
When an Unexpected Question Created a Messy Answer
The best thing you can do is enjoy the consequences
I was an art student.
It was finals week of my senior year of university, and I was cramming. The time when all art students actually have to justify their existence by writing an actual paper, rather than “expressing themselves” creatively.
I was a hot mess. It had been at least a week of research, writing, editing, crumpling up paper, deleting and re-writing a research thesis on the effects of Fauvism and Cubism on the current popular art culture and design trends. My Macintosh Quadra 650 was practically smoking with all the information I was packing into it. Maybe that was my brain, the burning smell may have had a variety of sources.
At the end of the week, I had no thoughts left. There was a moment when I had actually forgotten how to spell the word “of.” After that, I knew I needed to finish up, or my brain would literally quit working.
My boyfriend was very supportive, but he also was an art student, graduating the same year. He was more along the lines of an architectural, commercial design major though. Not a ‘feel your colors’ type artist.
