Well, despite a surprisingly effortless and ostensibly quite successful interview, I didn't get into VCA. Stranger Of The Month aren't returning my calls. Rob Hely asked me to help him with a project of his, but I think he's decided he doesn't like me any more. (He called me a manipulative psychopath, which was so funny it was almost worth alienating him for.) Beloved Freakley has moved to Perth and dedicated herself to talking in quotes absolutely all of the time. I admire her commitment, but our conversations just aren't the same somehow.
It's hard not to go "Well, The Legitimate Art World, I did my best to be your friend but at the end of the day you just couldn't love me for me." Or maybe it's the other way around. Who knows.
So what now? Maybe I'll do this course. Maybe I'll do a part-time course at PSC. Although I'm primarily interested in more conceptual forms of art, I think I need a better grounding in a conventional visual art form as a means of entry into the field. Or something.
Hmmm.
Update (March '09): What I need to do - what I should have applied for in 2007, instead of a BFA which was stupid-overambitious - is a Diploma of Visual Art. Duh.
I'll be done just in time for the apocalypse; it'll be great.
