duck diaries

01/01/01

i went into this room where the watercolor demo was, but it was over. it was packed in there, man. it was so full people were sitting on tables and standing anywhere they could. i stood by the wall and waited for the room to clear out to see if there was any information or papers i could get. the room cleared out quick, maybe ten minutes. oh, hey, the instructor greeted me. i didn’t know you were here. before i could say anything the director chimes in, yeah, he was standing in the back the whole time like a weirdo.

so, this must be what art directors are like. i’m a freshman in your program. we’ve never even had a conversation. i stared at him. the demo instructor ignored the comment and asked how i was. i mean, stunned? i couldn’t even have a decent talk with the instructor with the director in the room getting away with disrespect, and the instructor’s silence affirming the hostility.

three years later the same director says i’m their favorite. this dude has never tried to get to know me and gave up on every conversation about the art i was making. i wonder what it takes to be the favorite? talent?

- duck