Time as a concept;

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 could start; or have no beginning

 could end; or be infinite.

 

My time as a fine arts student is coming to an end. I am confronted to present my last work in an academic setting. 

 

I have learned theories and techniques

I have learned about artists and their work

I have learned to criticize artworks I consume

And receive criticism on my ideas and what I produce

 

Here lay my synthesis of it all, 

here lay The END

 

John 6:53 Jesus said to them, “Very truly I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you."

 

Isn’t the paradox of an academic institution?

Come to the temple, hear the sermon, and you shall receive 

Attend university, listen to the lecture, get your diploma

 

Did the institution do me right?

What is the afterlife of an Arts Degree? 

Is this end a new beginning?

Is this end a dead end? 

 

My wings feel short to fly.

 

Knowledge is structured similarly to time.

It is an ongoing process with a present, a past and a future. 

Like our perception of time, It cannot be stopped and continues to exist with or without. 

Is a Bachelor's in fine arts tradeable for an artist's career? Should I be an art student forever?

 

There are more questions than there are answers. 

My last work serves as a final response 

to the end of what is 

a Bachelor's in Fine Arts.