A few weeks ago, I got the bright idea to apply to graduate school. I decided on Savannah College of Art and Design. Actually, I’ve been wanting to go to SCAD since my junior year of high school. I just didn’t have the guts or the funds. At this point, I have the guts, just not the funds. I took a chance and applied anyway. I came up with 17 portfolio pieces in the matter of 8 weeks. It doesn’t seem like much but when you’re consistently going through health problems and family business, it can seem like an eternity. When I turned it in, I was so ecstatic I could’ve done flips. Now two weeks later, I’m stressed to the max. Wondering if I got in or if I’m waiting for a skinny rejection letter? It feels like an edge of your seat, reality nail-biting thriller. Or maybe, I’m just making it that way. My admissions counselor said that we should know by the end of this week.
Whenever graphic design is discussed or mentioned, it is usually associated with being an art form. Art is what it is. It is there to be aesthetically pleasing and it is meant to make us think. Art takes us to places that we may have fathomed but never explored. It is a glimpse into the artist’s mind, imagination and/or subconscious. The artwork may inspire its viewer to think or create. Or it might cross the viewer’s mind until many years from the initial viewing.
According to dictionary.com, art is:
the quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance.