When I was in Sacramento this weekend my grandmother and mother started telling some old family stories. My favorite one was about my great-great-uncle Cecil. It takes place in the 1940's. (The junk-yard things is somewhat of a family trait, which I pray I will not continue
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This morning I got coffee with Eva and we were walking slowly back along the ocean talking - I realize that when I get excitable I communicate very erratically and she does too, so our conversation was almost mind-numbingly confusing. My worst verbal habit is that I talk about a particular subject before clueing the listener in on what "it" is,
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Today was insane. It made me both love my job and hate it. I made "Goop" with 16 five-year-olds in the morning and mini-tapestries in the afternoon. So, for those who don't know, Goop is a cross between Flubber and silly putty and very gooey and messy. Like batter...that you knead until it becomes doughy and then putty-like, sorta, only wetter
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On Friday in my BookArts class (in the Printmaking department - we are learning about bookbinding and the tradition of Artist's Books) we were looking at historic prints and we got to see (and pass around!!) this print by M.C. Escher called "Tetrahedral Planetoide" from 1954. It is an incredibly detailed woodcut with the key-print in black and a
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So I forgot to share this happening from Thursday - I went in to work to do an event where this woman coordinates a series of activities for toddlers, and I was doing the art portion of it. I think I mentioned it before, this is feeling like familiar typing. Anyway, I was going to be making Valentines with the kids in half an hour when a woman
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