Heehee.
One day, out of the blue, I called my admissions advisor and promptly asked for me to visit the Pittsburgh Art Institute.
I went. I saw. It was actually a fresh breath of air to actually know I could potentially be going to school in a place where people had the same passion as I did. Yippee.
And she looked at my art (alot more than is on here) and I was nervous as hell, because when I ask people to critique my art, it's always "that's nice" or "beautiful".
Obviously that's not what I wanted, so for me that was my one of the first critiques.

But actually I filled myself up that was getting critiques when I actually wasn't.
You probably didn't understand that.
Oh well.

As you know, the master of the art seems to be always be the worst critic. Right?
I can tell you everything that's wrong with my photos or drawings before you can.
For the most part.
But that's not me...I don't think I developed a piece of art and was totally satisfied with it.

Attending this art school, I know will let me develope more out of potential and into artist.
lol.