The end of second year. A scary and exciting place to be. The last two years have been wonderful, I can feel myself growing as both an artist and a person with every week that goes by. One year until graduation seems like a horribly short space of time - we got out results for second year today and while I am overjoyed with my results I am keen to get a head start into third year. (and already feeling the pressure and anxiety (all totally coming from myself!)) I want to hit the ground running having spent the summer reading, writing and making art. Our dissertations are due in just before Christmas and I have a horrible feeling the year is going to flash by.
I am currently sitting in a cafe, using the wifi since we just moved house and have yet to set anything up. I feel excited, but also a little lost. How and where do I begin? What should I read? How do I whittle my subject matter down from equality of the entire human race - gender, sexuality, race, ability, location, etc, etc - into something managable and yet still diverse and interesting? I want to do everything, all at once and sometimes it's hard to realise that is not possible.
Second year was amazing. My practice developed into something I feel comfortable and confident with, I make a lot of work I am very proud of and I know where I am headed (in a vague sort of round about way!).
Here's to hoping third year will be even better!