It took me until my sophomore year to declare my major as a Fine Artist. I hadn't intended on being a fine art major, nor had I considered any other major. Now that I think back, I truly had no major in mind. After realizing art was the only thing I would be happy doing, I declared. By Junior year, I was admitted to the Bachelors of Fine Art program which allotted each student their own studio space in a massive warehouse, one on one support from 3 faculty members of my choosing, and an exhibition in the campus art gallery.
I spent so many hours with my contemporary art idealists in our warehouse. Every Friday was a gallery walk, open to the public. I learned how to build and prepare my own canvases, which saved me money when I made seven 4'x4' pieces for my final thesis show.
College was a time of experimenting with mediums, learning color theory, taking figure drawing classes, printmaking, and wondering what my creative voice was. If you're wondering if I found out, I think I will always be pushing the boundaries beyond what I'm currently capable of. I am always learning new spiritual truths which I communicate in my paintings. Luckily, the journey is always represented by the paintings I leave along the way.