Burns, Splinters, Ruined Clothes.

Continuous effort - not strength or intelligence - is the key to unlocking our potential.
Winston Churchill

When is effort wasted?
I put so much time and effort and money into school. Into my classes. Into my teachers. With the promise that I will be better because of it. But how do you know if that effort was for nothing? If those projects you stayed up all night to complete will even matter during the 8 seconds it takes to be reviewed and rejected? I'm paying a lot of money, and giving all of my time to practicing something. How do I feel like I'm doing the right thing?

Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment, full effort is full victory.
Mahatma Gandhi

How can I be proud of rejection? There is merit in the only opinion that matters is yours. But how can I give people what they want if I only know how to satisfy me?

It's becoming more and more clear to me that even though I'm going to school for Graphic Design, my heart truly lies in the fine arts. My heart cries for an enormous canvas and buckets of paint. Clay to mold. Wood to carve. Glass to melt.

I've always been hungry for the burns, and splinters, and ruined clothes of art.

Give me a gallery to fill.

Vincent Van Gogh frustrated his teachers. They said he had no talent. Yet he persisted, using obsession to fuel him. He spent any penny he had on supplies, and ate almost nothing. His obsession made him a leper in every community he lived in. He was mocked for his passion, and his choice in women. He was abandoned by his father and mother because of his art. He gave his ear to the woman he loved, but eventually died in a mental asylum.

Now we see him as a god of style and expression.