Figure it out.

Right? That's what we're told to do before we even graduate high school. 

Well. Now I'm a senior in college and I still haven't figured it out yet. 

In the past 12 months I've gone from a business major to a public relations major, with enough sociology and spanish credits to almost fulfill two minors. 

In the midst of changing lanes on my academic career path, and friends exiting onto the real world, I felt lost and confused. I felt a void. Yet, there was a burst of energy that needed to be released. But I didn't know how. 

So I picked up a paintbrush.

Once I started, I couldn't stop. Besides art electives in high school, I barely knew what I was doing. My vision and direction changed half a dozen times. I painted and pasted different media.

It took a while but I hurled out everything I was feeling on the canvas. 

Taking a step back after it was complete and hung up on my apartment's wall, I literally said out loud:

"Really? Did I do that?"

Art has entered my life in a strange way. If I'm not creating, I'm exploring. 

Just to be clear, I'm no "fine arts expert," but I like stumbling upon different artists, of the past and now, and appreciating their work.


This is just the beginning.

I don't know if I've found my way...yet. In a sense, I still feel lost and undirected, but at least I'm enjoying it.

As a student in public relations, I hope I can tie the two together to learn what the art industry entails behind the painting.