So I got to thinking, and talking, and googling, and thinking some more. And the conclusion that I have come to is that I must get an advanced degree in Illustration. As I am a practical person with practical concerns, and I need a JOB. And the idea of trying to somehow make my very practical down to earth art fit into some conceptual 1980's postmodern (can we move on from this now, please?) ideals in order to get into an MFA program, and then trying to get hired as an Art instructor at the college level, and then having to hear the bullcrap that will be coming out of students mouths, and trying not to roll my eyes and gack, just seemed impossible and not that desirable.
And I got to picturing what I really thought would make me happy. And that is to make art. To make pictures. And maybe to see those pictures in print. And have them be about something. Tell a story or represent something. Because I'm blue collar. And I need to go to work every day and actually work. I need to get my hands dirty and stay busy all day long, and not sit there dreaming up some heady intellectual bullshit that's already been done a thousand times before, which will never ever make any difference to anyone. So there you have it. I'd rather be decorating fast food bags than putting up some video art in the SFMOMA. So that is what I shall do.
Now I just need to go about finding a program, applying for it, applying for student aid, and hoping I get in.
So thank you, Paul McCarthy. For 50 foot tallk inflatable Santa Claus holding a dildo has inspired me NOT to go into Fine Arts. I cannot thank you enough! (Actually, I have to admit that the 2 story tall inflatable dog poop does amuse me a bit)



























