I’ve always hated lectures. People in suits all nervous about public speaking, me in ripped jeans with frozen legs, waiting for it to be over so I can go smoke a cigarette. I wouldn’t have attended this one if I didn’t have to. To be honest, I would have much rather been eating a hamburger or watching a movie or something. But I was forced to attend, along with the 20 something other kids in my class.
They try to make it all so professional. It was a design lecture, for Christ’s sake. There’s absolutely nothing professional about what I want to do with my life- draw pictures for a living. We draw fucking pictures for a living. It’s a fun career. And yet we hear these people calling themselves “serious photographers, serious illustrators”. That’s like calling someone a serious clown. There’s just nothing serious about it.
And yet, the…
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