I am in Santa Barbara tonight. The night before the Avon Walk. A goal of 40 miles in two days that I had committed energy, money, and time to for something I really believe in. And tonight I went out to dinner in Santa Barbara with some friends - they picked the restaurant.
We ended up at a really great place that required you to walk through an art gallery in order to gain admission to the restaurant. The galleries walls were hung with paintings that seemed familiar and derivative in nature. Upon seeing them... it all came back.
The paintings, in the style of a former teacher from UCSB, were by Hank Pitcher. His work was of the coastal hills of California over simplified in complimentary colors.
In my junior year of college I left USC to seek a less expensive education at a state university. I had no idea the cost! I suffered greatly at the College of Creative Studies at UCSB. In my annual review the afore mentioned Hank Pitcher said my work was horrible, I'd never be an artist, and I should change my major. At 20 years old I had the maturity to not listen, return to USC, and keep trying.
I am not a famous artist, but a good one. I am a great teacher that knows never to smash a students dreams. I work hard to keep my critiques constructive.
What I didn't realize until tonight? I may have needed to improve as an artist, but Mr. Pitcher really sucked as a mentor.
- excuse the typos...posted via Windo's iPhone
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