the snow storm that had school canceled for three days

 Columbus and I in our living room

 making Valentine's Day cupcakes with Steph

lighting test for a photoshoot

 peaceful sleeps and sweet dreams

It's bittersweet how four years have passed so quickly. Now I'm on the other side of it all, looking back. Thursday was our very last day of undergraduate classes. For me, it was a full day of critiques - followed by an evening of drinks and conversations with my professor and classmates at The Grad Club. We sat on the patio, and although it was a slightly chilly night, we were warmed by the good company and beer. We talked of traveling and art, of our hopes for the future, and of biking. We talked about our families and significant others (or there lack-of), and about learning french. There was laughter, the clinking of glasses, and multiple trips to the bathroom. Through the haze of a few drinks, I was touched with a moment of nostalgia. As the sun went down, we said our good byes and I was acutely aware that the conclusion of that day marked the end of my university career.

Now, there are just exams left - except mine aren't until the end of the month. At last, I have some time to myself to do what I want to do - i.e. job search, blog, contact juggle, explore, do yoga, have photo shoots, hang out with friends. Also, as you can see - I finally got the roll of film from my NYC trip developed.

I'm off biking now.

Yummies

Blue Havana

  

It was like a sign from the universe or something. 

All the blue things in front of me just happened to align perfectly at the exact moment that I wanted to take a photo.

Thank you, universe.

Cuban Cars

a love/hate relationship

Oh printmaking, you put me through so much! I can't even count the number of late nights I spend laboring away in the studio hunched over my copper plates. You do nothing for my posture and back aches. Your chemicals are harsh on my skin and my arms get cramped from the inking process. It makes me nervous when I have no idea what the final piece will actually look like until the very end.

But I have learned to accept all that goes wrong as "happy mistakes" and to make it work. There is nothing like the feeling you get when you finally crank that printing press, lift those blankets, peel away the plate, and look at your paper; delayed gratification.

study date

October is almost over and we're in the middle of the semester, knee deep in exams and due dates. Some people choose to study in the little cubicles at the school libraries, but the feel is too clinical and the silence is pressuring. I prefer little cafes where the conversations, music, and clinking of stirring spoons fade into white noise. I disappear into my own world of whatever I'm studying at the moment.

Autumn has shed its leaves and I can feel winter slowly creeping in. Time needs to slow down.

mood

 We tried Ethiopian food for the first time. It was delicious.

darkroom

darkroom