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BFA Review.

Jessye looks at my presentation.
With university in 'full swing' it seems as though all my free time has been taken up. Regretfully resulting in fewer posts keeping up with my art.
Part of what has been filling up my time was learning that I could still apply for the Bachelor of Fine Arts which I had originally thought I had missed the chance to while I was in France. I had thought it was one of those things that needed to be applied for a year in advance, but thankfully (and frustratingly) I was incorrect.
It has been nice to finally get all my art supplies together. All those antique frames that are in need of images to put in them. But still I wish that I could be back in Bretagne. If there could have been a way to have all my things and groupings of friends here.
The BFA show was based on a collection of ten different pieces. 5 in my medium of preference (I wanted to select both the painting and the drawing categories as I try to apply both, but I was deterred into only choosing painting) and then 5 outside of my selected preference. I tried to pull together pieces of mine that could be seen going for a similar end goal in ideas while being a selection of different mediums. The inspiration of aging architecture and antiques.
Creating a nonlinear timeline by using items of the past in the present.
I was a bit worried that my art wasn't 'Montana' enough and that perhaps I would lose votes from professors for that reason, but after waiting a week and two days I got the letter in the mail letting me know I made it into the program. Now I just need to figure out studio space, etc.
Just in time for me to get a nice roll top desk and finally be able to work at a desk and not awkwardly at the dining table. So many drawers and cubbyholes in which to organize things. A whole drawer just for dictionaries.

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