Unrealized Dreams

If you told me I'd be living here in LA when I was coming up on fifteen, I'd have laughed at you.

All of my energy and foresight ended with acceptance to college, the Dream School. Anything I did during or after my time at KCAI was new terrain—unrealized and unplanned. As the years wore on, I forged my way through work study jobs and classes, tailoring my education as best I could (the fiber major that I was). And the last week leading to graduation, the two months after, this present date a year and a half later... I could not have seen any of it. I did not expect or plan one thing after graduation, except for the fact that I was to move out of the junky apartment owned by the school. Everything else was unreal and far away.

And yet here it is, all laid out. I am renting my first "grown-up" studio, working full force at 40/hrs a week, and still fighting time to make dinner every single night. Changing the world, one day at a time.

New

So many beginnings lately, where to start!

My schedule has fleshed out to include a second position as studio assistant/production manager for a local fiber artist. The commute is a shock, but there are so many wonderful people. The work is a blessing.

With newfound income, I am setting sights a little south on a rent-able studio space. I picture the space with windows the owner planned to update, and tell myself I have to save the windows. I am eager to work side by side with other artists again. It has been too long. 

This week we are moving the yarn store next door to the gallery, and there is a lot to do. Everyone is working hard and all day, together. The last time I felt so high moving mountains was my senior year of undergrad.

More work and responsibility means longer days away from the house, and the black cat is annoyed that we are gone so long. If I sit still, I catch myself wondering how I "got here" to this desert city. 

And then I remember, we drove through the landscape...

24-Hour Day Trip

An escape left samples undone, a slight decay in productivity. Sleep heals all, and again I am on a spiritual all-time high. 

After avoiding my studio practice for two weeks, it is time to jump back in and read Deleuze's The Fold, revamp my resume and start making objects instead of reorganizations.