
It’s hard to take in the passing of days sometimes. It’s
harder still to think that in twenty-one days, picking up my camera daily felt
like a hassle. Where has my ambition gone? Twenty-one pictures for twenty-one
days. Simple. Like breathing through my lens as I’ve been doing for the last
six years.

Not
as easy. But having twenty-one days to be inspired…. much easier. I wrote down
all the things that I talk about daily, the people I think about, the concepts
of art that cross my mind… and realized I couldn’t put it into three short
weeks. Which is a good thing. I spent some time adding to a past body of work, Somewhere
In Between, which was the secondary part of
my senior showcase over a year ago. It’s work about loving, leaving and being
lost in the transitory state of not having a home, or rather a person to share
that home with. It’s work that I don’t know when it will be finished… until it
is. Perhaps when I stop waking up in an empty bed with the dreams of people
long gone.
I drew out some sketches for a project
I’ve been concepting for more than a year- making ball gowns out of recycled
materials… Starbucks cards, shredded tires, pop tabs from sodas, records and so
on. But again, that’s something so much bigger than right now… It’s something
that is still in the baby steps stages of a three or more year project. Which
is hard to explain to people… that kind of patience. Or insanity. Either one
qualifies.



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