15 Things I Learned At Art School

  1. Being naked in class is okay.

  2. A strong cleansing agent removes oil paint, colored dye, and skin.

  3. Strange is relative.

  4. When it looks nice, stop.

  5. A good artist is a good businessperson.

  6. Wear the respirator.

  7. Money does not buy good taste.

  8. Change perspective and everything else changes.

  9. No grocery store will give you supper for 17¢.

  10. Try watercolors... and your patience.

  11. Some of the cute ones aren’t all gay.

  12. You don’t have to enjoy the art to appreciate it.

  13. Shadows are never black.

  14. Don’t drop your egg salad sandwich in the oil paint.

  15. Anyone can be an artist if they practice art every day.

Comments

Nothing said…
ha ha!
That's nice!

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January 11, 2007
Nothing said…
The link was wrong (sorry!)

here it is:

http://amazinglybizarre.blogspot.com/
January 11, 2007
Kirsten said…
I didn't learn number 5 in art school, but I really should have.
January 15, 2007
Jannie aka Chickengirl said…
hahha, yeah, this is a good list! I especially like number 11-heh!
January 10, 2008
P.L. Frederick said…
Thanks Chickengirl!
January 10, 2008
Anonymous said…
I appreciate both the cheek AND the true-isms of your list!

Look forward to the 'No Name for Art' blog carnival in May, with a reference to your article in it.

For art article submissions by other fine art blogs, click
http://eartfair.com/blog/no-name-for-art-blog-carnival/
and http://blogcarnival.com/bc/submit_3797.html
April 25, 2008
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