1.24.18| Daily Art
1.24.18| Daily Art
Every few months, I’ll get the itch to lop off some hair. Sometimes it’ll starts to feel a little long. Or heavy. Or unhealthy, splits-endy, riddled with brassy blonde forks. Or, as in the case of 2016, my hair dryer will simply break in the middle of February, coldest time of year, and I’ll be too lazy to buy a new one, so I’ll cut off my hair instead.
This time, though, it just spun too many times when I bunn’ed it over my head. The ends felt speckled and dry and fried, probably from all the hydrogen peroxide I doused it in over the summer. It just felt weird. Too long. Too light. Too dry. So I cut off four inches–a pretty moderate snip, if you know me.
Last time, I went overboard, chopped off a layer so short it hung parallel to my ear.
It feels short and clean and healthy right now. The ends are dark, the way they should be, and not forked or fried at the ends. I thinned out my hair as well but it feels the right amount of thick, enough to keep my scalp warm (I hope), but not so thick I feel like a tree.
Since I was already on the grooming train, I figured I’d do my eyebrows as well. So I threaded those bad boys. My skin above my brow’s burning a little now.
1.23.18| Daily Art
I’m usually not superstitious, but a handful of eerily accurate fortune cookies in 2014 convinced me the cookies were onto something.
But–and this was the caveat– they were only accurate when the lady with the short hair and ringing voice and glasses handed them to us.
In the years since, I’ve visited the restaurant a lot less, cracked fewer fortune cookies. I stopped by recently and the waiter threw in an extra one, the one at the bottom. Not the same lady as the one from 2014, so I don’t ascribe the same fortune-ess powers, but who knows?
Maybe a new voyage will fill my life with untold memories.
1.21.18| Daily Art
Hey, WordPress, hi. Life’s been happening. I’m pretty sure the people I know in real life don’t read this, which is kind of a relief. But it’s still the Internet, and I’m still on social media.
Anyways. It’s been a while since I’ve done a live life update, maybe a few weeks. A day without writing still feels like an eternity, and my fingers get all itchy. I’m all pent-up. So here I am, taking the typish breath I’ve been holding because I’ve been so damn busy.
Where do I even begin? I’m not sure where I left off. Two weeks ago, I think. Right.
In the time since, I’ve rejoined the newspaper as a photographer, reporter and illustrator. I’ve done photo and news before–the illustration part is new. I was in the office the other day when a friend, who follows me on Instagram, made a kind note about my Daily Art project. Then I ended up talking to an editor, then another, and now I’m an illustrator for the newspaper!
Which is honestly really cool, and I’m inwardly quite happy about it–the delight of seeing your work in the newspaper never really wears off. I remember the sheer joy of seeing my photos of Zadie Smith plastered across the front page. It was my first photo assignment. I didn’t know who Zadie Smith was at the time, but her elegant deep British wisdom rolled off the stage like butter, and I knew she was important somehow. She was, she is. And there she was, my photo of her, on the front page.
Funny note: a fellow WordPress friend, whom I met here a few years ago, is an assignments editor–my assignment editor.
My Daily Art thing–oh, I don’t know if I mentioned on here before, but I tentatively expanded it onto Instagram. Talk about accountability. And the sociability of social media. I was mostly afraid I’d bother people by posting once a day–once a day! that’s just spam–but it seems like most people, I hope, don’t mind. In the past few days, acquaintances have been bringing up my art, more so than they ever have. In a kind way. They’ve been saying things like I really like your daily art posts or are you an art major? or, well, just really nice things. So it’s nice to know that I’m not harassing people with my regular daily posts. I hope.
On the mellower end, I’ve been hanging out with friends–went to an art museum, grabbed lunch with the best, ate birthday filet mignon at a fancy fine dancing restaurant. Met new people and made new friends at banquet.
I… think I’m going to be involved with the Contemporary Art museum, but I’m not sure if I’m biting off more than I can chew. They’re looking for somebody who can do a bit of field research for them, meet artists, view the installation process. It seems like an interesting opportunity, to get involved with the art museum, but at the same time–do I have the time? I might not.
I’m also hoping to get back into freelance photography during these last few months, pick back up the side hustle.
A lot of…stuff, if you will. Hopefully not of the overwhelming variety.
1.20.18| Daily Art
Started a reading challenge project mid-spring. The goal: read 100 books
by summer in a year. I’m inching along, albeit at a slower pace than I’d like. Figured posting the list on my blog would hold me accountable–also, I get to share cool books!
So here’s a list of books I’ve reading; I plan to update every 10 books or so. If you have any book recommendations, I’d love to hear them! 🙂
(Updated Feb 23rd, 2018)
Wine, meats, toast and cheeses, set out neatly on a beige platter. Plate of strawberries and macarons on the side. Not from the upscale fine-dining restaurant downtown, but from CL’s apartment–that’s right, she set this up herself (!)
1.19.18| Daily Art