What I learned about ...
getting an MFA
This is my about page to the left you will see a photo of a young bright eyed woman and this is how I felt about myself when I started to explore getting my MFA. There were some important things I didn't realize about myself. I am not a woman of color. I am not 25 -35 years old. I don't like competition. I am easily intimidated and frightened and I entered thinking if I put everything on the line that like some Hollywood movie the pain the suffering and the guts to say I can when I didn't know how would pay off.
I am not saying it didn't , but I haven't seen it yet , and I might have felt energetic, bright, relevant and woke but who people saw when I got to grad school , who I discovered I was and who people showed me they thought I was were very different.
Let me clairify that I knew I was a white one 57 year old overweight woman with bad knees and freckles and not a great track record of fitting in; but I thought these were my peeps that they were misfits too who loved art and talking about nerding out about art and that we would connect on our 1 true love and after nearly 30 years of waiting to get my MFA the time and other variables wouldn't matter. Hmmm. Now 3 1/2
years later I think I was wrong. Below I am going to tell my story as I remember it you tell me what you think.
Well I have already started with some of the facts. I was 57 in 2018. I had attempted an MFA at Otis College of Art and Design in 1994 and they sold me instead on a one year special program where I spent 10K. to not continue to pursue my MFA and then went on to have another child, get an art teaching credential and teach
art in a public school for 15 years before I decided to give it another try.