It has taken me until my fourth year of University to finally fulfil my fine arts requirement with Art 100. Right now I’m contemplating Jackson Pollock and Michaelangelo, specifically how the artwork of the former is free and loose, yet not unplanned, whereas the art of the latter is very deliberate. I’m considering how this relates to my philosophy of writing. The written word is also art, so what kind of literary artist do I want to be, a Pollock or a Michaelangelo? A little bit of both, maybe. Right now, however, I am not even as good an artist as my six-year-old daughter who got frustrated with me for not being able to draw a cat.
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