I had a critique this morning. It went oddly. Usually I love critiques. I find them to be helpful experiences that allow for a dialogue one would normally not have in ‘real life’. However now that I have slowly shifted gears-in the realms of senior thesis (and my life- ha not to be melodramatic or anything) its becoming a bit hard to explain what it is I am trying to ‘say’ with my art. At the moment I feel like my head is in so many places (or as my senior thesis advisors explained “right now your way OUT HERE”- hands motioning in a wide V shape). Is it weird to have no opinion at all? I guess I have one when it comes to the realm of aesthetics (I sure as hell know a good print from an awful one); but I am TOTALLY skeptical of my ability and interest in making conceptual art.