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Snakes In The Ball Pit => Yay, I get to talk about me! => This Is A Thing I Made => Topic started by: woad on January 27, 2020, 03:17:13 pm

Title: A story about the time I was in art school, and my studio burned down
Post by: woad on January 27, 2020, 03:17:13 pm

My Thesis Was Destroyed in a Fire, Shown by the World’s Top Art Dealer, and All I Got Was This T-Shirt (https://medium.com/@milowissig/my-thesis-was-destroyed-in-a-fire-7ac3a744807)
Title: A story about the time I was in art school, and my studio burned down
Post by: woad on January 28, 2020, 01:51:26 pm
In case you're wondering what was in those boxes btw it was mostly ripped canvases and so many drawing dummies it looked like a mass grave.
(https://i.imgur.com/fexr7e0.jpg)
Title: A story about the time I was in art school, and my studio burned down
Post by: Lemon on January 28, 2020, 01:58:38 pm

My Thesis Was Destroyed in a Fire, Shown by the World’s Top Art Dealer, and All I Got Was This T-Shirt (https://medium.com/@milowissig/my-thesis-was-destroyed-in-a-fire-7ac3a744807)
woad, January 27, 2020, 03:17:13 pm

This was a very fun read, thank you.
Title: A sequel
Post by: woad on February 29, 2020, 01:20:38 pm
The Painting Yale Lost (http://"https://medium.com/@milowissig/the-painting-yale-lost-59a2c0c5a372")
I used to work at a copy shop on the Upper East Side. It was an hour and a half commute at five in the morning for just above minimum wage. The wealthiest neighborhood I’ve spent a considerable amount of time in, for sure. I once saw an ad for a lost dog that said, “last seen wearing a Burberry coat.”
Once, a customer came up to my counter, exuberant: she had just gotten into Pratt Institute, she told me, and wanted to print her acceptance letter.

“Oh,” I commented, “I went there.”

I do not remember the exact change in her expression, but imagine the sound of lightly crushing a blown egg in your palm, as an emotion.

“You mean you took a few classes?”

“Oh, no, I got my BFA at Pratt.”

She looked absolutely terrified at this point, her voice was beginning to shake, and despite how I should have felt about her fear of becoming me, I felt bad for her.

Read more... (http://"https://medium.com/@milowissig/the-painting-yale-lost-59a2c0c5a372")