I was an art student at the university. I was just weeks shy of graduating. I was SICK, SICK, SICK of school. I was tired of my professor. He was a great man, but I was so ready to get out of there. He always talked about how he despised clowns. My last project in the class was supposed to be a self-portrait. This is what I did. The professor came over to help me–he saw the clown in the background and just walked away. He never spoke to me again.
Yesterday was the anniversary of my graduation. As I look back I am so grateful for the many hours of hard work and instruction that I endured. I could never have become the artist I have become without it. Anything worth having is worth sacrificing for . . .
I still think it’s funny though.