Hello there, I am so sorry for the slow reply… what I started typing for your previous question quickly became an essay (not a decent reason, but the only one I have). I’ve edited that essay down into this:
It sounds to me like you already know what you want to do, to quote your last question “I know I’ve made the wrong decision”. I would hate to recommend that you drop out of a degree that may get you work, but I would also hate to recommend that you stick with it.
If we look at your situation using Ken Robinson’s ideas in The Element, there are four things to take into account:
Passion / I would say that is clearly there, otherwise you wouldn’t be asking the question
Aptitude / The outstanding scholarship is proof of this
Motivation / You are asking the question, and expressing regret, I’d say that qualifies
Opportunity / The opportunity is there, you just have to take it
For me, personally, I don’t believe it’s ever too late to embrace the arts. Whether you do it now, and change course, or wait until later life, it doesn’t matter when you do it, only that you do it. My father waited until he was in his late 50s to do a Fine Art degree, I waited until I was almost 30. On my course, the youngest student was 18, and the oldest was 75. What I mean to say here is that it’s not the end of the world if you don’t drop the Psychology degree, there is always time.
From my experiences on my own course, I have found one truth that seems to crop up again and again. It’s the people who apply late, and make the sudden decision to go down the Fine Art route that tend to be the better artists.
A guaranteed job is a good thing, and the sort of thing that parents and friends understand. A degree in Fine Art may not get you a job, but then a degree in Psychology may not get you a job either. What I can guarantee is if you commit to art, you may find peace and happiness.
With the arts you get out what you put in. I gave and still give everything I have, and I may not have a huge amount of money or a glamorous job, but, I do have some inner peace, and I am happy for the first time in my life. I may be a poor artist, living in a bad town, but I wouldn’t swap my life for any of my friends who have money, houses, cars, wives, kids, or social standing… because I don’t see people who are happy or at peace when I look at them. Fine Art gave me that happiness and that peace, and you can’t put a price on that.
The arts are a calling, they are a part of your nature. If it calls your name, it’s probably wise to listen.
I hope this was of some help to you, please, let me know how it all goes!
Walking in to Chester and saw this, which made me chuckle… Purple helmet… yep, I know, my mind is in the gutter and so is my sense of humour!
I love how honest my Father is with his feelings, and how accepting he is. This comment was posted on Facebook in relation to the most recent series of Borrowed Dresses photos (series 35)