Krannert sucked the art out of me. So long in an institution with other students who who not only never seem willing to talk about the meaning of our work, but more or less complain about our working conditions, faculty, and fellow students can make a man uncreative. Granted, those in other more mundane fields of work complain just as much, and humans as a whole are a lot of whiners. But I am not in a mundane profession, and I know many of those around me are exceptional humans. I tend to feel so disheartened at Krannert.
But not here:
For those unaware, I am at The University of Virginia for the Heritage Theatre Festival. Tucked into the green, rolling hills of Charlottesville, the institution is a sight to behold, and will indeed be a sight for all of you to behold as soon as I get a tripod.
The people are without a doubt exceptional. Granted, I still feel as though I am in a preliminary stage of knowing any of them, making most of my conversation nothing more than pleasantry. But underneath that I think I'm beginning to see that this will be a pretty darn good bunch to work with. Far from exclusive, they have made me feel like someone who has returned to the festival for my third or fourth summer. It is no wonder, then, that I feel my creativity fostered, and am consuming books, taking photographs, and, believe it or not, writing a comic.
I think I'm going to like it here.
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