-Philip Robison
Today was just not a good day. I stood in a fire ant pile, it was entirely too hot for the middle of November, and I did not make it into the BFA program.
You win some and you lose some, I suppose.
So, I figured, "What better way to deal with my sadness than to go to the BFA Graduating Artists exhibit in the Museum of Fine Arts?" I stood in the museum all alone and reflected. I stared at the drawings so brilliantly displayed around me and cried a little.
But then I came upon and installation piece by Mandy Yourick, where this little meatball-looking wax-covered pods were place in a coffin-esque container. She invited people to take one home in a bag and plant it so a garden of their own may grow. I saw this as a metaphor my life at this very moment. I have to take what I have and make something out of it. Maybe my life has yet to bloom.
Maybe my life is yet to bloom.
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