Galvanometrics

I was accepted to California College of the Arts and Savannah College of Art and Design (which is where I want to go).

I actually found out about SCAD at one of their info sessions when my mom asked if they could tell us if I got accepted or not. I think she’s a lot more enthusiastic about all this than I am, but oh well. I’m just really relieved I got accept anywhere.

Now we just have to find a way to pay for it all. Tuition is about $40,000 a year including housing and meal-plans, so we’re going to need to apply to all the scholarships. All of them.

But if all goes well, I’ll be off to SCAD this fall. I plan on majoring in Sequential Art.

I got accepted to California College of Art the other day!

Last month, I had gotten a rejection letter from RISD, so I was really nervous about getting into the other colleges I applied to.

CCA isn’t my first choice. I’d really like to go to Savannah College of Art and Design, but I haven’t heard back from them yet. I’m just really relieved that I even got into one school, though.

So basically, if I get accepted to SCAD, I’m going there, and if not, then it’s off to California. Wish me luck.

I had a lot of fun on my little excursion to London, England, and probably saw all the famous sites in a week that most reasonable people would take two to see, and then some.

I was actually pretty surprised at how similar the city is to Boston. The architecture was a little more baroque, all the people were much more stylish (and friendly, despite outward appearances), the city was cleaner, and everyone drove on the wrong side of the road, but other than that, I sometimes forgot I was in another country. 

As far as what I did and saw goes, the Victoria and Albert Museum is the best museum I’ve ever seen, while the National Gallery is the best painting gallery I’ve ever been to. I didn’t get to do as much shopping as I would have liked, but I got to go to Covent Garden Market and look around the sketchy open-air shops there. I also climbed every stair to the top of St. Paul’s Cathedral (the lift was broken), and got to see Andy Warhol’s portraits of Elizabeth II in person, and they were stunning.

Now I need to crash for what little of winter vacation there is left. My parents whisked me off to an overnight student retreat they were hosting, so I haven’t had a chance yet to recover from jet lag and all that jazz. I’ll have to put off updating my comic another week, but hopefully I’ll be able to get back into the groove of things soon.

I’m going to be leaving soon for a class trip to London. I’m really excited because I’ve never been overseas before.

Incidentally, since I’ll be busy with the trip, I won’t be updating my comic until the 28th. (So, Carl, you don’t have to feel too bad about falling a little behind)

I just finished reading a biography of Andy Warhol, (Andy Warhol: Prince of Pop by Jan Greenberg and sandra Jordan) and it was far from what I had expected. I had expected to find a Warhol that was as glamorized and Day-Glo as his portraits of Marilyn Monroe, but what I found was simply an artist and a man, with regular man/artist problems that slowly ate away at him as he kept them in the dark throughout his life. Perhaps it’s not coincidence that his last big show was his prints of Da Vinci’s Last Supper.

But I was on the verge of tears at the end, and not just because of his unfortunate death at the hands of what should have been a perfectly routine gallbladder operation, but also because Andy Warhol is one of those confusing individuals in history who became a celebrity and led a movement in his culture, and there aren’t many who wouldn’t look up to him as a role model for that. But in the end he was dissatisfied with the glamour, and so secretive about his real self that in the end, no one can really say what became of him as a person. 

All I can say is, he was a great man, but only a man, and I hope I get to meet him someday.