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Read through this! If you contributed you would be helping out the animation program at BYU, You'd be helping a lot of kids get their art work in the professional world, maybe even get jobs in the industry! READ IT THROUGH

The arts are phenomenal!  You could own a book of these arts!

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Alright, I think I'm done moping.  Yeah that took way too long.  Wasted way too much time playing iPod games and feeling sorry for myself.  For a while there I just couldn't draw at all because along with the rejection came an entirely unexpected heavy blow to my confidence.  I've never had the carpet ripped so thoroughly out from under me!  The thought of drawing very nearly made me sick there at the start of all this.  But that is no good, there is no thinking that way when one is trying to grow a talent!!!

So that being said, I am going to share with you all this story my Professor read to us all the start of my first animation class:

     A carver stood in his workshop glaring hard at a block of wood.  He walked around the wood, he felt the wood, he picked it up he set it down and glared some more.  He looked at his tools, he cleaned his workshop, he got some snacks.  He sat down and stared at the wood even harder as though he could make it explode into a sculpture in an instant.
     In a moment frustrated nearly to tears, head in his hands, his young daughter came into the workshop and asked, "daddy what are you doing?"  "Nothing!"  He replied in an anguished tone, "I am doing nothing at all!  I can not see what this block of wood is supposed to be!  I have no ideas, no inspiration, I don't even know where to begin!" he wailed never lifting his head.  His daughter blinked a moment, then walked over to the untouched wood and said "Well, Daddy, why don't you just start making chips?"  Wandering over to her father, she hugged him, saying "Then see where you go from there?"  And she walked out.
     The craftsman lifted his eyes to follow her out the door.  He then stood up, grabbed a tool, and began to tap away at his block of wood.

If you feel stuck, pick up a pencil, a guitar, a keyboard, dance shoes, or whatever and just start making chips.
This story has helped me out of many slumps, big and small, ugly and otherwise.  I hope it helps you too.

I just go the letter from my school I have been waiting for since April 1st.  I am completely out.  Not even asked to reapply in six months.  I feel miserable and totally lacking in motivation.  The next chance I have to apply again is in 13 months...   I want to crawl into a hole and die.

I think the worst thing about this day is that when I tell anyone about the rejection it automatically illicits a twenty minute one-sided  conversation about what I ought to do now.  Covering the same useless dead-end options I have heard from the last thirty people I just told.  Why can't people just say 'I'm sorry' and let me go?

This was created by one of my teachers here at BYU.
Its phenomenal, no?

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