Sculpture has helped push me past my artistic limitations to pencils and papers. Rather than drawing pretty pictures, I’ve been able to push my fingers into my work, to walk around it, to look into its nooks and crannies. I’ve seen my imagination pushed into three dimensions and escaping from its prison with bars made of paper grain. It has also ( Read more... )

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Is... is that sunshine and warmth permeating through the Mount Holyoke campus? Woah... headrush.

I just read a friend’s post where he discussed the “Terri Schiavo” situation and how she shouldn’t be living through life-powering machines that keep her breathing in her vegetative and unconscious state for the past 15 years ( Read more... )

Since I've forgotten how to get back into the swing of things with dearest LJ, I will post something easy on the eyes and very cliche:

Your Seduction Style: Siren / Rake


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-Back from Spring Break, I want Goblin ( Read more... )

Down here in Florida... the sun has been warm and the company has been good ( Read more... )

My sculpture is done, my bags are packed, my hair is inked, and the fucking snow won't cease to plague the motherfucking skies.

In 2 hours I will be in a car with Crys and Becca, Florida bound.

Andiamo!

Why why why must I have an allergic reaction to something and why why why does it have to show itself on my eyelids???

My eyelids are all swollen, and my cheeks and eyes are covered in little red bumps. Yay, fucking yay.

Is it spring break yet?

One weekend with a million papers = complete insanity. Thankfully, I had a Becca Stein tending to my neuro breakdown armed with foreign films, peeps, mallomars, and diet cherry vanilla dr pepper ( Read more... )