I'd never liked art. Art was always the subject for stupid people or those who had nothing better to do in life. I'd seen it all before- people, family even, failed miserably in life because they'd chosen such an 'iffy' field to study. They had no money and struggled to get a meal on the table because their painting had sold for less than half that day. I'd heard that their parents had bought their art so that they could help clothe their kids. I'd seen it as a waste of time and precious money, of no value to anyone, and yet the artists continued to work, silently, in their studies.
It wasn't that their art wasn't any good, in fact, it was brilliant; but it wasn't enough to keep them going day by day. People had to get second jobs, like lecturing and giving art classes, for example. It was a poor paying job and it only made you rich and famous when you were dead. It was like a dead end job and it got them absolutely no where... it left them smack-bang in the middle of hell.
Wouldn't it be funny, then, that I'd recently dropped accounting to take art?
After all my prejudices and biased opinions, I'd given up a dream to become a charted accountant and pursued art.
Art was by no means my new path in life. I'd always wanted to be a musician, to either perform or to compose music (which in itself could be as poverty inducing as art is), but somehow, in the space of about a month, I'd changed my mind drastically enough to shock fellow classmates and family members. The funny thing though, is that I absolutely adore art now. I've seemed to unlock talent I never could've imagined I'd have and it’s by all means changed the perspective I've had of other artists. The fact that I'd met artists, who were normal, like any other individual, seemed to change my mind the most.
So am I prey to my previous assumptions and prejudices? Am I now the stupid person? It really makes the saying “Don’t judge a book by its cover” an appropriate lesson at the end of the day.