I began attending Central Washington University five years ago; saying that feels so surreal. I think about where I was September, 2012: I moved away from home, I planned on graduating spring of 2014 majoring in fine art and a minor chemistry, and I was dating a young man about to finish his associate degree and talking about transfer to Central with me. At the time I was considering scientific illustration, so I enrolled in graphic design classes thinking that’s what I would need. There was also this thought that a graphic design degree would be more employable than a bachelor of fine art.
I didn’t care for graphic design though. Illustration was okay, but typography? Ew. My heart was in the studio, painting and drawing, and in the chemistry labs, exploring and learning (and occasionally getting to blow things up).
There was a saying my mother used all the time as I was growing up, “Nothing is written in stone.” As a kid, it just meant there was no guaranteed “yes” to anything she said we might do (going to the park, road trips, getting treats at the store). As an adult, it means everything is subject to change. What we plan now will inevitably shift as we learn more, meet new people, and experience more things. If someone told me five years ago I would be graduating in 2017 with two bachelor degrees, two solo exhibitions under my belt, I don’t think I would have believed them. I wouldn’t have been able to imagine it.
My senior classes, for both fine art and chemistry, have given me some perspectives to think about. From setting up an exhibit and all the work that goes into preparing for that, to performing research and presenting the results, to the opportunity to be a teaching assistant in the labs; there’s an entanglement of thoughts and things I would love to do, and I just need to sit down and figure it all out. I can start building the foundations for my art career (such as setting up this website and working on my social media presence), and I’m going to look into graduate programs in chemistry in order to purse opportunities in teaching.
I can’t put anything in stone, but I can write some plans down on paper and hope that paper keeps beating rock.