At the end of the last winter semester, I was feeling unsatisfied with my work. I felt I had learned a great deal about illustration, but I didn’t feel it had a point. I felt like everything I created was boring, pointless, perhaps a waste of time, space and energy. All of this caused me to worry about my future.
Our relationship with our smartphones is complicated. So, when I saw my phone slide out of my slightly too loose grasp and fall into the cup of coffee I was holding in my other hand, I was filled with equal amounts of panic and relief.
Rain is pouring in torrents outside. Long corridors with high ceilings. Students smoking in the hallways. Light-flooded rooms filled with a selection of artwork. Metal sinks overflowing with flowers.