…no graduation day for you, art school dropout, missed your mid-terms and…
Sing it with me. I know you know this one.
It’s no secret that I never finished art school. I might have wound up washing dishes for a living, but somehow I found a path to a career in art anyway. The secret nobody tells you is that if you just own a french curve and have ever smoked a clove cigarette, they just let you be an artist. I got my official certification when I was 17. Despite being so far ahead of my peers, the Secret Artist Society officials thought I should go through the system just to maintain the illusion of struggle.
They later punished me for dropping out by suspending my license until I either learned to juggle or went through four years of military service.
That clove cigarette wasn’t really worth it, anyway.
Just this week Stephanie Liebold of Bold Avenue sent me this awesome t-shirt. Stephanie and I met in Phoenix through my workshop. She’s wicked smart. I’m pretty sure she obtained her artist status the regular way: hard work and talent.
Thanks, Stephanie. You’re one of the cool things about being in this business.
