I’ve mentioned before my desire to re-frame past ‘failures’ as lessons learned. I’m discovering most ‘failures’ aren’t as bad as we think, given perspective. But sometimes the lesson learned isn’t the same as one they are trying to teach us. Take my Bachelor’s degree for example. I made some odd choices, I didn’t listen to my intuition. Instead of focusing in my final year I was diversifying and taking on new subjects (like Digital Arts!) For a long time I considered my degree a failure, but crucially I was missing something. Sometimes it’s not what you got right that teaches you the bigger lesson, but what you got wrong.
More than anything else I could show you, these notes (for my actions in a devised performance) best describe my time as an interdisciplinary arts student in the late 1990’s. Riddled with confusion, awkwardness, and a limited viewpoint, they compound my sense of not being in control. This badly typed fragment sums up my experience better than I could ever hope to. The final hand-written part reads:
“It’s difficult to tell what’s going on in the rest of the performance since I can only see the ceiling. So I have to look for clues to know when it’s time to run out.”
That kinda says it all. I have to look for the clues and insights that I missed first time around. In future posts I may explore projects and memories, from my often bizarre creative arts education. I got so much wrong, especially about myself, but the clues were there all along. I was just looking in the wrong place.
Look for these future posts in category: I was a 90s Arts Student