I do my fun stuff at home

One of my fears of art school has kinda turned into a reality. I didn’t come to art school to learn what things to make, rather, to learn how to make the things I can see in my mind a little better. I came to learn technique, not necessarily direction. I took a drawing class one semester, it was work, and it took the fun out of drawing for a bit. I’m glad I took it, but I took several months after the class ended to start drawing for me again, to start having fun with it. Right now I paint in my spare time. I’m not sure what I’m doing, or if I’m doing it right, but I love it. It’s therapeutic, expressive, fun, emotional. I get lost in it, so for now I protect that. I want to keep it fun, therefore, it’ll be several semesters before I take an official painting class at school. Some professors are cool, laid back and let you do you, others are insecure and want you create the way they know how, they way they’re teaching you too… self admittedly tho, I’m a rebel and I don’t care.