My friend Melissa Roberts took some amazing photos of me for my graduation. They look so professional that I’ve decided to use them as my profile photo on basically everything! I love them <3
I’ve finally finished my website. I’m super excited about that. MeganRhoades.com. Hopefully google picks up the keywords and my name becomes searchable and tagged to me… Not all of those other girls whom also have my name… Thanks for giving me a taken name mum! Oh well.
One more week of college and I will be free do everything my heart desires with art, without being held back. That’s a very exciting thing. I remember being so excited to attend art school, and now I can’t wait to leave it. Art school is a wonderfully miserable thing to do. Though I’ve learned so much, that without it I may have never figured out, there are so many things that art school has indoctrinated it’s students on, so many rules. Rules that as I’m about to exit, I feel are so binding and constricting, and honestly pointless. Yet maybe that is an indoctrination from my previous school that has been left over.
I feel like in some ways, school has attempted to hold evolution back. The art world is constantly evolving, so an artist must be fluid, adapt quickly, if not they fall into the endless pits of one trick talents never to be seen again. My interests are to many to be constrained to small proportions. And as studies in Psychology of Creativity have shown, its experiences, learning in multitudes of subjects, that help a creative mind. This is because the more knowledge you have of a broad range of subjects, the more you can draw from when coming up with ideas. This seems like it would be obvious… And yet I believe people have forgotten to think about the obvious.
This brings me to an interesting point I’ve been deeply thinking about. The possibility that technology has changed the way people are thinking. It’s possibly even taking away, robbing us of the ability to think deeply. How frightening is that!? Well if you’ve never done it, than not so much. But I remember a time, (Oh no, I’m turning into an elder on a porch rocking chair!) that I would lay in bed thinking. Thinking about anything and everything I could. I couldn’t sleep because I thought about so many things. This is where my many interests and questions have come from. And since college and the purchases of different technologies, I’ve noticed the time I once spent pondering has nearly completely diminished. It’s actually difficult to lay in bed and think and not lean to the night stand and pick up my phone or tablet and search the internet for quick pieces of entertainment. How horribly depressing this awakening is for me. Yet awakenings are only positive because now that I am aware, I can adapt
This has been a late night rant of my thoughts. Tune in next time for the theory of ten years in your specified field.
Goodnight
