National Portfolio Day.
My stomach was in twists and turns. I was hella nervous to show my portfolio to the art schools. I was so nervous that they were going to tear me from limb to limb and just say "You're a fuckin' failure. Get the fuck out of my sight." I seriously thought that. I'm honestly that harsh on myself and on my work. I don't know why I don't give myself credit. But anyways, to the point.
The event was held at Kendall College in Grand Rapids. I didn't expect to be set up like it was. All the colleges were in different classrooms and on different floors. I honestly thought it was going to be set up like a convention, like in a ballroom or something and there were bunch of tables and kids lining up to get their crunk viewed.
The Skill Center crew and I were early so we had to wait in the mucho long line that grew even longer. They eventually let everybody go early to visit the schools they wanted to visit so then there was more space in the building. The shindig wasn't supposed to start until noon, it was 11:30 and I had to wait in another line to have CCS [College for Creative Studies] view my crunk. While I'm waiting and feeling mondo nervous, I kick into one of my old habits and observe (and somewhat eavesdrop on) other people. I just wanted to get a taste of what the other artists had to offer and get a peek at their portfolios. There was a group of kids not far behind from me just sitting down and showing off to each other. Two girls and two boys.
One of the guys, Bud, really rubbed me the wrong way. He came off as this guy that thought he was hot shit. I don't like to judge, but just how he presented himself pissed me off and I couldn't help but think this. He had so much stuff with him, and he was whipping things out from left and right. The other artists were "Oohing" and "Aahing", and I was just sitting there stupefied with their reactions. This so-called artist was not hot shit. Everybody has different views when it comes to art, yes I know, but Bud didn't have impressive stuff. I honestly did not think that he was good. He had a couple of decent pieces, not strong, but decent. He had drawings, posters, designs, and some photos. One of the girls was looking at his photos saying "Ooh I like this. Ooh I love this." and I just looked at his photos with anger. They were honestly that horrible. They didn't look like he put much thought into the idea of the shot, they were all centered (that's a no-no), they looked cliché, and they had a look of poor quality. The pictures were pixely and boring. Trust me. I don't think he has ever taken a photography class before.
I don't want to come off as some art snob and think I know everything about art (which I don't), but this guy was such an asshole. A pretentious asshole who thought he was cool because he had his hair pulled back in a pony tail, wore converse shoes, had a soul patch, glasses, wore jewelry, and could supposedly draw a picture sonically fast. The way how he spoke made him come off as a jerk. It sounded like he planned out exactly what to say and how to say it. He was drawing in these kids that didn't know any better and it made me sick. He was so confident with his work and the only thing I could think while watching in disgust was "I bet he thinks he's some super hip alternative kid."
Witnessing this before me was just so intense. I had to hold back my comments, and maybe a couple of fists. I wanted to beat the guy up, can't lie about that.
I can't stand it when people are like that. People that think they are worth your time. Asking for all this attention because they think they're top shelf. The best apple of the bunch. Basically "da bomb" at life. People that think they know everything when they don't know shit! I hate that!
Well, this jerk didn't make my experience sour, even though he pissed me off, Portfolio Day went really well. Turns out CCS really loves my stuff and wants me to apply, sonically fast. (Ha ha) I'm pretty much accepted, just have to send in application and send over tons and tons of money. I suppose I best start prostitutin' myself to get that cash.
Here's a rough sketch of Bud.
1 comment:
That Bud guy's a jerk. Calling it right now, but if I meet him, I'm punching him. In the face.
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