“Portfolio Day” in young artist terms it’s the college fare of college fares, the big chance you get to look at every school, get feedback from a verity of people, and wait in lines!
I arrived at around ten thirty, and came to the realization that I should have arrived five days earlier, the live had already extended around two sides of the building, before the doors had a chance to open. However upon entering, all that time was well worth it. fortunately I was able to find the tables for schools i was looking towards rather easily, and got to, yep, you guessed it, wait in another line. hearing the conversations between young eager artists, and the persons on the other side of the tables, I quickly came to the realization that I had just walked into the largest game of show and tell imaginable,only I didnt seem to hear too ment kids get to speak about their work, just abstract voices telling them what it was they didnt have.
The atmosphere didn’t seem to help the struggling artists I feel, the buzzing loud nature of the room, emitted a sence of immediate urgency, and struggle. My actual review was rather short (in comparison to the people in front of me) and I feel horrible to say, that I didnt quite learn much new, I gathered that I needed some additional pieces to my work, but other than that, I felt like I was just getting fluffy words shoveled at me.
After that I cant quite say I remember every detail about the rest of the day, I remember having a great lunch, and the train ride home, but apart from that can only vividly remember long lines leading up to anticlimactic reviews.
