So, guys, after over two and a half years of searching and doubt and self-loathing and anger and sadness and misery at the state of the economy, I finally achieved my goal: I have attained a job in the art world. I promised myself that this blog would not be a venting place for my fury at the universe during my job search, and I also promised myself that I could write a big, long, venty post chronicling my journey–but only when I achieved my goal of attaining a professional, full-time position in the art world. So here’s my post. I am glad to finally share it with you.
This is a big deal. I have wanted to work in the arts since I was sixteen and I took Advanced Placement Art History with the amazing Pat Johnston at Pine View School for the Gifted. I loved the course, excelled in the classwork, and got my well-earned 5 on my AP exam (I’m not still proud of that or anything). After the class I decided that a job in the arts, preferably in a museum or gallery setting, would be my thing, and I behaved accordingly, so accordingly that I can summarize it in bullet points y’all:
-I majored in Art History and English at the University of Florida. I wrote an honor’s thesis for my Art History major and graduated summa cum laude (I’m not still proud of that or anything either).
-I interned at the Samuel P. Harn Museum of Art, the University of Florida’s art museum, for a good year and a half. I spent one semester in the education department as part of a group initiative to plan programming for the undergraduate population at UF and I spent a year interning for the curator of contemporary art.
-I then launched myself straight into graduate school in Art History, heading to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill to pursue my Master’s and eventually (I hoped, back then) my Ph.D.
-While at UNC I interned at the North Carolina Museum of Art, co-curated an exhibit at UNC’s affiliate museum the Ackland Art Museum, and secured a summer internship at the Whitney Museum of American Art. This was the spring of 2009 and this, guys, this is where the bullet points need to end, because things get messy.