This weekend was the last before The Interviews.
The first is with the Australia National University down in Canberra on the weekend. Then I back it up and do it all again a couple of days later with National Art School in Darlinghurst.
So it was my last weekend to, colloquially, get ma shit together. The last weekend to select my portfolio. Said portfolio must be: 12 recent works (…what does recent mean in this context? 6 months? 3 years?)
One institution requests the works chosen demonstrate your aptitude in the chosen major. This is difficult for me as, not knowing about this requirement, I nominated pottery as my first preference because I think it would be a good skill to have…. not because I currently have any such skill.
The other wants at least 6 of the works such that they can be shown in person (i.e. not in photos) to the assessors. This is challenging when most of your paintings to date would be measured by the foot. I am currently fantasising about just how hip and cool I would look hauling in a 4x3 under one arm and a cows skull under the other.
Both recommend including visual diaries to show your work practice - which is more-than-difficult-but-actually-impossible as I’ve never really seen the point in recording the process.
It was also the last weekend to hone my drawing skills. Both institutions have a skills assessment component where you sit for an unspecified length of time in a room (possibly with other people?) and attempt to draw some unspecified cornucopia displayed for visual consumption. It is not clear how this part is weighted or what is wanted, so in true lawyer form I have relegated this to the back of my mind and pretended it won’t be happening. This has been a terrible choice, that much I already know.
It’s also the last weekend to swat up on art history things (makes general hand gesture) or other impressive factoids. Not being terribly clear on what is to form the bulk of the interview and being inclined to think the worst, I have assumed the interview will be a pop quiz of art history. I am hoping it does not utilise ‘The Weakest Link’ format.
With those three things in mind, this weekend I watched a several Netflix documentaries, ate a lot of pasta and a bit of lobster, watched ‘Girl Interrupted’ while drinking wine with my girlfriends, tried on old swimwear to see if it still fit post carb-loading and washed my hair. I did not finalise my portfolio, draw anything or read anything of consequence.
It is moments like this, at 6.07pm on Sunday night, when I think I must really be my own worst enemy. Which is perhaps something I can discuss in the interview.