A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that I had some big beans to spill. As an extremely superstitious person I tend to hold back on announcements, waiting until contracts are signed and bills are paid.
Today is that day.
You may remember that I recently asked for your help with a project I was working on.
You, my lovely readers came out in spades to assist me - something I am completely grateful for.
Well, that project was my photography portfolio. And that portfolio was successful. I start school in January.
This is exciting for a number of reasons, one of which being the incredibly cool camera I bought today. But the biggest reason this acceptance has me grinning from ear to ear is the very simple reason that I thought my plan was a long shot.
I've always been a little more mad scientist than moody artist. My university career began in chemistry labs and ended in breaking apart bones in the forensics wing. My life and judgements tend to fall in one of two categories: black or white.
As a logical being I never thought I would have a place in art, but I've proved myself wrong.
The Newf, who has been incredibly encouraging as I spend money we don't have, thinks it is a perfect fit. He is convinced I will be take the world by storm and is sickly supportive of anything that will get me onto a boat.
I've got my work cut out for me. Until yesterday I had never laid my hands on a DSLR, let alone own one. However, I have the next two years in a program to begin my love affair with my new best friend: my Nikon D7000.
Friends, thank you for your ideas and thank you for your support.
Soon to be a student (again),