I just glanced through a friend's art blog. I had no idea she was into art. All of her works are so beautiful because they are divinely inspired. Mm. She used to be an English major, y'know. Recently switched. Makes me think of what I wanted to do.
I miss art and part of me wishes I tried applying for design media arts again or thought about being an art major. I'm kicking myself because I haven't drawn,
really drawn or painted anything, in a long time. It's easy to blame my lack of art-ing on the fact that I'm not an art or design major. (as opposed to accepting the fact that if I managed my time better I would have the time to cut, paste, paint, ink as much as I want.) Okay, I'm a little bitter at time.
There's so many things I want to do! To learn! To swallow up and take inside me. I want to read pages and pages of books about all sorts of things, I want to learn about anthropology, sociology, explore a new language, take art classes, travel, take photographs, write songs, go to grad school, work at a coffee shop, drink in more and more things, cultures.. there's so much to learn! If I had my way I would be a quadruple major minoring in 8 different other things, with night time art classes and weekend advertising creative classes, sunday afternoons at museums, and every morning I'd be serving people coffee at a nearby coffee shop. Oh yeah. And I'd travel the world on my own during holidays.
What to make of it what to make of it.
Maybe I'll ask God.
I read something I really loved in Isaiah this morning. I will go draw that.
Comments (2)
wow, you just said everything that i have been feeling! i just dropped one of my majors now so that i can pursue other things. in the end, does major/minor really matter?
=)