Just a short Brog post to vent some frustration.
On Radio 2 a little earlier, Simon Mayo’s guest was an artist – I forget his name, I’m afraid, but he illustrates Jacqueline Wilson’s books, apparently – and I heard a little of what he said (I was eating my tea at the time) as he told how he got involved in drawing & illustrating, and gave advice to any would-be artists. He said that he’d loved drawing since he was a toddler, how he always drew and designed posters at school, and that he, and most of his other illustrator friends, attended art college after leaving school.
I find this so frustrating. I remember quite clearly, when I was about nine or ten years old, sitting cross-legged on the floor in the old A/V room at school, as the class was asked what they wanted to do when they left school. I replied that I wanted to go to art college and become a cartoonist.
Why is it, I ask myself, that though I knew so definitely twenty five years ago what I wanted, I’ve managed to meander through life acheiving none of it?
I left school at 16 to do A-Levels in English Literature, Maths and Art. Maths fell by the wayside after just a month or two, and English Lit not long afterwards. I stuck with Art for a little longer, but didn’t complete the year.
I know it’s a waste of time thinking ‘what if?’, but it’s something I imagine we all do from time to time. I always remind myself that if my life had run a different course, I wouldn’t have had the experiences I’ve had, met the people I’ve met, made the friends I have.
But then again, if I’d completed my Art A-Level, or gone to Art College, one has to wonder if I’d now be pursuing the career in cartoons and illustration that I always craved.