i finished college. i did it. i graduated from the top-ranked art & design school in the nation, as one of the top in my department, and i did it in three years.
this semester kicked my ass. a lot of really great stuff happened, i made the most compelling work i've ever made, and i grew as a person. but i also suffered a lot health-wise, and a little bit emotionally. it was a roller coaster of 4 months if i've ever seen one. but i did it, and i'm typing this from my cozy bathtub in an empty apartment with a level of contentment i haven't had for a while.
no, i'm not 100% proud of my final pieces. i'm downright pissed at myself for not spending more time on the press this semester after my bfa show. but i worked my ass off to get where i did, and i made still pretty amazing work while my foundation was crumbling and i was scared of everything.
my mom still isn't ok, and the more time i spend with her, the more i realize that. honestly, i think it's a good thing i didn't get the internship i wanted because i want to be able to be there for my mom this summer. i want to listen to shitty emo rock on rooftops with dan, swig gin between stick-and-poke tattoos with sam and leah, grab beers with the viscom kids, ride the tilt-a-whirl at riot fest, sleep in a tent in the middle of indiana with dana & a bunch of midwestern punks, go to ocracoke and see my family and blake, get my etsy running, edit my website, and maybe even go abroad if i can find some people to backpack with me (my parents' graduation present to me was the money they would have spent on a new computer for me, which they decided they would rather give to me to do what i want to do: travel.)
but mostly i want to be there if something goes wrong, and i want to figure out what is causing this shit so i know if it's something i'm going to be battling for the rest of my life too.
i've been sick this past week & i feel like the end of school snuck up on me, so this week has been quiet and sleepy. but for now it's nice. a lull at the end of a very hectic year.
