Art hurts

When I was in my second bachelor year in art school, Sint Lucas in Antwerp, I felt very much alone. The girl I befriended most during the previous year had switched schools and I didn't had any real connection yet with the rest of the group. Nevertheless, I've gotten used to seeing their charmes every morning and, I think, they were open to have me around as well, especially because that period I was acting very silly. "How does the room in your head look like?" and 'How would you bring this outdoors?' the questions were posed. The difficulties met on our individual artistic paths led to create a warmer working space. Helas, more departures of fellow students who were at their end followed. I was alone in the atelier, when a girl came in to pack the last of her painting materials. We've had a chance to talk and say our goodbye's. She left with a smile, but this also made me feel very very alone. That's when I wrote out on a large cardboard "art hurts".