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This time last year, I stumbled upon a farm, vintage film camera in tow. Despite always having lived in a semi-rural-but-mostly-suburban area, it never occurred to me that there’d be a real, live, operating farm twenty minutes away. And it was free to explore, because the city had designated the 6 acres as historic and … More Fall at the Farm [35mm Film]
We are driving home on country backroads, Beatles blaring. It is the Sunday after Thanksgiving, perhaps the single worst day to drive home. I am watching the orangey amber fall foliage pass us by, flickers of warmth and shadow. We drive by grazing cows, trailer parks, rebuilt homes, abandoned houses. The town’s Main Street is … More Thanksgiving Travel Nightmare
Happy Thanksgiving! This month, I practiced thankfulness by making a Gratitude Tree. Every day, I added a leaf that listed out what I was grateful for. As I generated leaves, I tacked them onto the empty branches – now that it’s Thanksgiving, I have my very own Gratitude Tree: Hope everyone is having a festive, … More Gratitude Tree
We were at the bookstore yesterday, in the corner by the back of the tables, where I read Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. I was surprised by how drawn I was to the story, situated in Boston, and I was surprised by how vivid the scenes were. They reminded me of Pennsylvania, the suburbs on … More Vivid
The interesting part, to me, is that when it comes to psychological mechanisms – like the subconscious or defensiveness or cyclical patterns of trauma – is how they occur under the surface, seemingly undetected, causing destruction later on. It’s like an eel slithering under a layer of frozen water. The eel slithers around – slither, … More Slithering Subconscious
The best dates are accidental – the bookstore/coffeeshop you didn’t expect, the historic square you didn’t anticipate, the flea market you didn’t know about. Today had all three – the bookstore/coffeeshop, the historic square, the flea market. I had an itch to go somewhere, maybe a bookstore or coffeeshop, preferably somewhere with space, parking, novelties, … More Accidental Date II
Figments from my figure drawing sketchbook. Five years ago, wanting to draw more from life, I, totally not creepy at all, started sketching people and figures around me. This included professors and students and strangers; some references were from the Internet, while others were people sitting directly across from me, probably trying to figure out … More Sketchbook Tour: Faces & Figures