Today's topic is "what oppositions did I face when applying for art school?"
Well I can remember my Dad always saying I can be whatever I want to be, as long as I go to school for it and stick with it. I grew up in a rather traditional home, and everyone seemed to have the place they fit in. My brother started working with my Dad, and my mom was a stay at home mom taking care of my sister. At the time anyway.
I was in grad ten in high school when I discovered a live theater group and immediately fell in love with costumes. I think my parents thought it was a phase, becuase I got a lot "that's nice dear"s and "you should focus of school dear"s. After a school transfer just for fashion design curses, I think it started to set in. I remeber a couple a petty fights over whether or not I could go to school in New Brunswick for fashion or if I would have to go elsewhere. My family isn't rich, so I could afford to go to a far away school. So I discovered the NBCCD.
My Dad is a building carpenter and contractor. He's worked on the vary building were I attend class and he saw the people that the school houses. He was terrified his little girl would become a "tattooed, pink haired, hippy". Well my hair isn't pink, and I only have one little tattoo, so I don't know why he was so scared. It doesn't sound like much, but that might have been my biggest opposition in becoming an artist.
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