slices of life that inspire my artistic meanderings...
This is it, I’m graduating. After ten (somehow arduous, yet) meandering years in college to get my BFA, and I must admit, I am getting a little nistalgic for my school years already. That’s fine, I’ll probably end up teaching a bunch of workshops starting this summer, so I’ll be on the other side of it, but it’ll still be school-like. Both inside, and outside of my comfort zone: a perfect balance.
But what do I want to do FOR ME, you ask. (Gosh, you’re awfully interested in my life, how sweet!)
Here’s a list of ways I would like to do keep myself too busy to be disoriented and depressed about moving into a new more “adult” phase of life:
1. read: Oh man. So many books I need to get caught up on. It will include such light reading asCarl Jung on Active Imagination, Deep Economy,andThe Red Tent.But it won’t all be superficial. I may also delve into Bust Magazine.
2. Ceramics class… get this… JUST FOR FUN. With my boyfriend’s Mom. We’ve been plotting this for a while. I am going to learn to throw on the wheel. Who cares if it looks like crap. It’s not my media, it’s not going into a gallery, and most importantly, I am not getting graded on it. Pure fun- imagine it!
3.Practice my Ukulele. At the very least play 2-3 chords adequately again, and if I’m feeling really ambitious, teach myself “Moon River”. (Actually, if I’mreallyambitious, I’d like to MAKE myself a cigar box uke! But that’s a whole different animal).
4. get back into photo. I have a Med format TLR that’s been waiting for me to jimmyrig clips for a strap and be used for some inspired shots. Or test shots of my very patient boyfriend and friends. Either way…
5. catch up on films. Seriously… all day jammies fest with the boy. Cuddling. Movies. Utter laziness.
6. Two words: Breakfast. Beers.
7. Take care of myself again: hiking, yoga, bikerides, maybe even a spa day or two.
8. More ideas to come…
“In the world I see – you’re stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.”
- Tyler Durden,Fight Club
A big thanks to everyone who contributed to the Table Etiquette discussion.
NOW… I want to know some of the terribly things you rude little kids did at the dinner table as a child! And the form of punishment that followed.
I remember one of my brothers (who shall remain unnamed, so you’ve got a…

It’s finally just around the corner! So excited!!
I would love it if you’d share your ideas with me on my project site. You might even find any especially awesome responses worked into the textile design in one of my pieces. Cheers!
Don’t tip back in your chair, chew with your mouth closed, clean your plate.
I’d like to start a dialogue here:
What were some do’s and don’ts at the dinner table you remember being enforced in your childhood? How about as an adult in different dining situations? Are they much of the same, or very different? Care to discuss?
Everyone check out my amazing photographer friend Natalie! She made this photo of my face and it’s in the MOPLA catalog! Yay!
MOPLA catalog proof with my photo! :D (Taken with instagram)
Maps ‘N Things

A photo of me in my ballet recital costume, age 4. I hated that stupid bonnet. I loved getting to wear makeup, but I hated the waxy taste of the lipstick, yuck.
This outfit got passed down to my little sister when it fit her. It was her choice outfit for dancing in the rain. I’ve never seen anyone who loved rain so enthusiastically. She still does, but I haven’t seen her dancing in it for some years now.