1) Well, what is art school like?
I loved it. It was tough, very tough, but wonderful.
I’m a little different from some people, because I didn’t go to art school to get a degree. It was just too expensive at the time. I went to learn. I couldn’t bear it anymore. I had all these things I wanted to learn and the local Junior college and local classes were not cutting it anymore. I had the grades and the portfolio to get accepted into art school, but not the money.
It changed my life and was a very happy time in my life. There were some “gaps” in my education where I sorely needed more help—drawing anatomy was the biggest. And just a general overall focus on all techniques. I had drawn all my life. Art was and is a passion for me. I was doing okay on my own, mostly self-taught (had an oil painting teacher in my teen years that was wonderful, but she didn’t really teach serious anatomy, drawing or color theory). I was selling my work, sometimes semi-professionally, since I was in high school, but it wasn’t enough. I knew there was more I needed to learn. Art school helped me learn it.
2) Did any of it help to further your knowledge of art or your techniques if you had a basic, intrinsic knowledge?
Oh hell yes. And I’m not ashamed of the work I did before. I had a good solid technique in most mediums that I tried (except ink, which I mastered at art school). Could paint in oils, acrylics, watercolors, pencil, and so forth. I did take an airbrush class at art school that was nice. This may sound . . . arrogant (and I suppose it is), but things such as mastering pastels, oils, acrylics, pencil or markers or oils never were a problem for me. I usually just sat down and did it and it usually looked okay. I was just lucky that way.
However, I desperately needed to learn more about anatomy and figure drawing. The local Life Drawing class had given me all that it could. I could draw what I saw just fine, but I wanted to draw from my imagination, and I just couldn’t do it. (I could draw faces from my imagination, but not figures.) I needed more solid education on color theory. I had some innate ability for it, but I needed to know why certain colors worked the way they did. This gave me more control and confidence. And I learned other stuff like that.
*3) How much academia was present/did you learn any higher level mathematics or sciences? *
I didn’t go for a degree program but from what I recall, there was very little math or science in the art degree program. (Just a class or two at most.)
4) What school did you go to? What years?
Otis in Los Angeles, early-mid '80s.
5) MOST IMPORTANTLY: is it absolutely necessary for any career in art in today’s world?
I cannot say. It is MOST IMPORTANT to be GOOD at art to make any money at it, and art school helped me get a whole lot better. I would not have this level of success (such as it is) if it were not for my experience in art school. However, as others have said before, you get out of it what you put into it. I went there with a zeal and geeky desire to drain as much out of it as I could. It was wonderful for me. But I saw others around me who were more apathetic, “playing artist” but not wanting to put in much effort, and their work showed this. If they got a degree, it probably didn’t get them very far (with the exception of some jobs where any degree is required), because they SUCKED. SUCKED.
This is a story I always trot out during discussions such as this, and here it is again: A friend of mine went through a ceramics program in a large and famous Los Angeles college, and it was set up to be next to useless. The teachers running it had some high falutin’ notion of what ceramics was “supposed” to be, and apparently it wasn’t anything practical, like, you know, making pottery or anything. (The students didn’t learn how to use the equipment, didn’t learn how to use the materials, nothing. Just “expressed themselves.”) These students now have ceramic degrees, and many of them want to get into teaching. But who is going to hire a person for a ceramics teacher if they don’t know how to throw on the potter’s wheel, don’t know how to handle any of the materials, don’t know how to make anything that doesn’t blow up in the kiln?
So, my point there is, the degree is what it is. You have to put some effort into it, and you also have to pick your college program carefully. I have a hard time believing that all these ceramics students did not know before they got into ceramics that there was this thing called the “potters wheel” that many potters used, and perhaps they ought to learn it too. I can’t believe that all these students didn’t revolt when they made piece after piece that blew up in the kiln. I can’t believe that they just sat back and took it, in ignorance, without wondering why there wasn’t more. But apparently many of them did just sit back, pay their tuition, learn absolutely NOTHING, and came away with a degree that is, for most things, absoutely useless. They’ll never get a job teaching ceramics, that’s for sure.
As for myself, I never have had anyone ask me “Do you have a degree in art?” before accepting my work into their art show or gallery. This seems to be the experience of all the other artists I know too. Nobody ever asks. They ask to see your portfolio or samples of your work. They don’t care where you went to school. If you suck and they can’t sell your sucky work, it doesn’t matter where you went to school or whether or not you were at the top of your class. You make sucky work that people will not buy. That’s all that they will see. On the other hand, if your work is good and they think that they can sell it, they don’t care if you are self-taught or illiterate. You make work that is pleasing and will sell. They will want your work in their gallery. They won’t ask for your “qualifications.” Your qualifications are sitting in front of them, in the form of samples or a portfolio.
The others here who have talked about “self taught” artists have it right. I know of a whole lot of awesome self-taught artists. These people are great. They did it on their own. They worked damned hard. I compared them to many of the “play at art” types that littered my art school—snobby, spoiled types who liked the “idea” of art but didn’t have any passion for it, and it was obvious to me who was going to end up going somewhere with art. No matter what pedigree you have (or don’t have) in art, the bottom line is that you have to love it with a passion, and you have to work like hell at it. Anything less will make you mediocre, whether or not you went to the finest art school in the world.