For those who know me personally... you know that I am not a writer, nor have the intentions of being a writer, and for those who don't know me...I am a horrible writer, grammar confuses me sometimes, and I tend to use my own made up language...so I encourage you to not point it out and just accept what you are putting yourself through, thank you.
As you can figure out, I go by Britta, and I'm simply an artist with an indecisive soul trying to navigate my way through life. With that in mind, be aware that I am only here to ramble about my studio practice and awkward encounters, just to keep anyone who cares posted that I am surviving in the world.
Let me catch you up on how I got myself into the situation I am currently in:
Last May I graduated with a double major in Art Education and Studio Art. Since I wasn't satisfied enough with those degrees, I decided to bail out of the midwest and take on graduate school in North Carolina. Coming from the midwest, especially North Dakota, it's always been a goal to get out and live somewhere, well... more stimulating and less flat. Moving 1600 miles to a place where you know absolutely no one, definitely alters your world drastically. I lost contact with a lot of people, I felt claustrophobic as hell - due to the lack of an open sky, my accent became a point of interest, and my anxiety levels decided to say fuck you for the next several months.
Although, making that grad school leap was the best thing to ever happen. I mean, other than the fact I willingly committed my sanity to an institution that makes me question my entire existence, to the point where I don't even know why I bother trying to make it as an artist in todays world...Uffda. Yeah, other than that little caution sign, I don't know what I'd being doing right now if I wasn't here. My pessimistic attitude towards situtations took a 180 into appreciation due to a range of opportunities that fell into place. For example: the benefits of moving across the country to a place where you are a stranger to everyone...is the fact that you are a stranger to everyone. That also goes along with those who excel in the introvert lifestyle like me, you know going out of your way to meet people is exhausting, however I did manage to assemble a small crew of creative individuals, who I don't know what I'd do without. As for feeling claustrophobic, that hasn't changed, it's like you're living in a forest...which I absolutely admire, but once in awhile seeing a clear sunset or storm roll in would be lovely. The accent thing I've just learned to deal with, I like to think it makes whatever I have going for me a tad more interesting. Fun fact: if you are from the north, anywhere near Canada at least, you're basically a unicorn to those in the south.
So what have I taken away during my first year in a grad program? Simple...learn to create an alter ego that appears to have your life together...meanwhile, this will give you enough time to pick up bits and pieces of your unorganized life before you graduate.