Sticky Situations

(From the perspective of an easily distracted redhead on a windy day.)

Lively shapes on driveways catch my eye even when I'm in a hurry.  

A Bit of Rest Now

No more carving, printing, and cutting out teeny little houses!!!  Oh wait, that process was actually quite enjoyable.  In fact, I think I might do it again... Although preferably not in exchange for an entire night's sleep.

Regarding the opening reception on Friday, I will say that although the exhibit itself was exciting, I was more thrilled that our show cultivated fellowship... new friends, dear close friends, precious family, loved professors, enthusiastic friends-of-friends, kind strangers, and friendly-looking people... So many lovely, unique things and people, all lovingly-made, packed into that little white gallery space like it was a treasure chest!  Anyone with claustrophobia may not have felt the same way.  Photos and a more details of the final exhibit coming soon!

Meanwhile, wise words from a friend during our conversation this evening: 

"It's not so much what you do, but that you do something." 

As I consider the possible directions I could go after college ends, I'm glad for this reminder to keep exploring, creating, and loving, despite my uncertainty.

Come Have a Gander

Senior Art Exhibition

Wild and Shy - Mixed Media

Opening Reception April 25 @ 7:00pm

Houghton College Ortlip Gallery

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One Tiny House Down

My Desk

"How is your senior show stuff coming?" they ask excitedly.  I don't know.  Um.  Chaos.  Too much brainstorming and experimenting.  Not enough finished work.  I'm feeling quite unprepared for the exhibit opening this Friday, I'll be honest.  Ya, its this Friday.  So I need to be setting up my display in a couple days.  Planning to carve more linoblocks tonight and do a lot of printing tomorrow.  Borrowed a few specimen jars and display boxes form the science building to experiment with.  I decided to scratch the jar idea, but may still use the display boxes.  I would try to explain my ideas but even I'm confused about it most of the time, and I don't have the energy.  Still, I wanted to show a bit of the process.  Here, you can just take a peak at my desk.  I hope to post more details as I pull everything together in the next few days.  

Tonight I'll be carving bug-sized houses, and probably listening to this song to stay awake:

Mutemath - Typical (Video) - YouTube

How We Celebrated

First, we missed church due to some unfortunate communication/ alarm clock mishaps.   Disappointed and hungry, we entered Spragues Maple Farms restaurant into the GPS and ventured to find breakfast.  The drive through New York country was lovely, but much longer than I expected, and with the utter lack of rest-stops I began joking (entirely joking) about walking up to a random house to ask to use their bathroom.  20 minutes later, I actually did this.  Bless my friend who got out of the car first to ask them for me, since I'm not sure I would have dared.  I thanked the strangers kindly, wished them a Happy Easter, and we went on our way.  We eventually found the restaurant, ate many pancakes, and discussed our passions and hopes  for art and life and the world.  We also simply enjoyed each other's company, lamenting that we are weeks away from graduation and thus separation, and wistfully planning artist reunions that likely won't happen.  

But they might. 

Festively, there were peeps on our pancakes, thoughtfully organized so the girls had pink peeps and the guys had blue.  I appreciated the peeps.  Reminded me of home.  (Mom always buys us peeps).

On our way back to our car, these alluring objects (stones? chunks of glass?) were spotted in a stranger's truck bed.  

This note, expressing my friend's "interest in the stone/objects in the back of the truck" was written and slipped through their slightly cracked window, in hopes that they will contact him and direct him to where he can find such treasures.

And this note was also written, since the first note fell down into a crevice in the car seat.  

Thus, we had a splendidly strange morning; not exactly a traditional Easter, yet what better way to celebrate the life and hope we celebrate on this day than with a roadtrip and meaningful talk over pancakes with friends?  Praise Him who loved us... and who created adventure!