Bored and sick in the bedroom

The studio/livingroom

The studio/livingroom. I took this on my iphone with a cool little app called Pano. Its a photo stitcher that rocks my socks. Click on the photo for a clearer look-see

A Conspicuous lack of May or Welcome to the fret-o-sphere

I have been in this weird liminal place for a few years now. This place where I am not working, not in school and pretty much defined by being sick. Then I got in to graduate school. Having pretty much believed it was never going to happen it was a bit of a kick in the rear.
It has kicked me in to a new limbo. I am now between the rock of now and the hard place of school starting in august. Anticipation is what we are talking about here people. The anticipation of school starting is making my now seem viscous and never ending.
So now what have I been doing lately. Worrying. About money for school, time for school, energy for school, fitting in at school. How am I every going to do this? I get tired staying home.
Everyone i talk to says that graduate school is different form any other kind of schooling. Which sounds great on the one hand and terrifying on the other hand. I am good at "normal" school; am I going to be good at this? Fret Fret Fret.

Kinda in a slump

I have been in a slump lately. I have been working on this piece that will eventually be 100 pieces but it takes one whole day to make one piece so it gets slumpy. But yesterday I took apart a wall piece i had been going no where on and started refashioning it in to this new piece. These are terrible pictures and i promise better pictures when it is finished but phone pics for now.

Pretty wooden bottom
That stuff in the bottom is spray insulation foam. The rest of it will be filled with polyfill but I wanted something stiffer for the bottom to help keep the shape.

Beach hike

I had a great day. It was hotter that ever today (like record breaking apparently) so i decided to go an a little beach hike. I did 4 miles. very exciting! And I swan in the ocean freezing myself completely numb. so that when i fell and cut the crap out of my foot i didn't even notice till a surf boy pointed out that i was getting blood on the sand and that it was kinda gross. Then it was time to go home. Once a surfer has pointed out your injury and called you gross you must flee.