The mad-cap adventure and fairy tale, film story of a quixotic, middle-aged woman who won't give up on her dream and ends up in every scrape imaginable.
How to fail right royally (and not become a famous "artist")
When you're 42 - 43, you look back on your life and reflect on your choices. As one would. In my case; a messy life and some hare-brained choices. Okay, major paw-paw-hits-the-fan-screw-ups.
What not to do is sometimes just as educational, if not more so, than what you should do (especially if you're not the one messing up). So, here goes, my pearls, one clueless human to another.
Dear High School Graduate; don't go to college if you don't know what you're supposed to study. It does not take rocket science. Take a year off. Travel. Work abroad. Just. Don't. Do. It.
I love those self-righteous jerks who just knew since they were five what they wanted to be. Assholes. Every new school year I wanted to be something new. First it was a teacher, then a fine artist, then an animator, then a fashion designer and lastly a filmmaker.
I stood in that queue and I knew I wasn't supposed to register for the second year. I had completed the first year of Theatre Crafts. They began to call it "Entertainment Technology" in 1999. I got my certificate. Why didn't I just leave well enough alone? Theatre Crafts was cool, but I knew I wanted to work in Film, not Theatre. I was miserable.
I had completed my three high school years at an Art high school, just like the TV series "Fame" and I had loved it! Not just because I got away from the butch, female bullies at my last school but also because I was in a school full of weirdos just like me. My days of hiding in the bathrooms were a vague memory like a fart in the wind.
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I majored in Fine Arts. I got A's for everything that interested me (all my art subjects). B's for English. C's for Afrikaans and basically it went downhill from there because I just had art on the brain and nothing else. I also worked on the school newspaper, The Phoenix, and almost got voted editor, but lost because of my lack of ambition. I did get to write movie reviews to my heart's content, though.
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