A long time ago (1998-1999) in a land far away (Vermont), I was living the dream. I still lived at home with my family (my baby brother was just 7 years old then – awww!) while I attended college. I was a Fine Arts major. I had beautiful long, soft, blonde hair and listened to the same Dave Matthews + Tim Reynolds CD in my car on repeat for possibly the entire three semesters I attended Castleton College.
For some reason this wasn’t satisfying to me, so I dropped out. But that’s a story for another time. Before I dropped out, one of my projects was to illustrate a nursery rhyme. As now, I then had an obsession with stars and moons, so I chose a nursery rhyme that would allow me to include the night sky in every scene.
So here we are, nearly 20 years later. (Excuse me while I try to get my heart palpitations under control at that thought.)
Do I regret dropping out of art school? Sometimes- but it is hard to imagine how my life would have turned out if I hadn’t. I did end up getting my degree later, in a different field, and of course I am still making an effort to be an artist. So I think it will all work out in the end…