So, I had a meeting with one of my mother’s friends today. T is an HSC art teacher, which means that she helps students, every year, to compile their portfolios for university, and she was nice enough to look over mine for me.
I was so, so worried that she’d flip through my books and tell me that I needed to pull some new stuff out of nowhere in the next five days – still life works (which I loathe, they are so boring) and such. But T was so nice – she gave me some amazing advice and suggestions, plus helped me identify the sort of works I should be presenting. I’m only allowed to present ten, but I’ve found a way to arrange my examples to put the most and best possible examples forward.
They will be a total bitch to transport on the train, though.
I’ve also got a plan. If the worst happens and I don’t get into either university, the Tafe has some amazing graphic design and art courses that many high school teachers recommend for high school students wanting to go into visual arts degree, as a way to be taught the skills, as well as getting university credit. So, I’d spend next year at Tafe, working, writing my novel and maybe trying to get a small business of hand drawn cards going.
And I was sticky-beaking at the Sydney Uni website, and they have some amazing stuff going on. It’s actually kind of exciting, honestly. There are clubs for every possible thing – Disney-fans, costume-fans, two clubs for cocktail afficianados – plus two magazines, a campus one and a yearly-literature magazine. I definitely want to get involved, if I get in.
And on Saturday, I’m going to Sydney to the Open Day and portfolio review (and maybe, just possibly, duck into Gorman to try on some shoes I can’t afford this week
At least now I’m feeling a little more confident about my chances of getting in based on my portfolio. My formal interview is one week today. I can totally do this.
(And 29, 365 words. Bamf.)