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Winter Term has so far been healthy and insightful.
I live in a cozy wooden house with Maude and Krista.
There are a few, good friends here that I am deepening relationships with. Krista especially. It makes me realize that everyone has a universe inside.
New friends have been made, too.
I sleep adequately.
The art docent program has been pretty peripheral, but it's cool. I feel Cultured, if not a little elitist. The occasional wine and cheese party never hurt anyone.
I feel good about where I am artistically. Krista introduced me to oil paint and I can never go back to acrylic. I wonder why I even learned it in the first place.
I also feel confident about taking a photography class. Have decided to take one in New York this summer. While Pipo is a star professor, how much Ohio landscape can I really stand to capture? If I do get into photo, I can always take color photo with him. Hopefully by next Fall I can hone in on a medium. Maybe I don't have to. Maybe I want to do 3-dimensional instillations. A show about promiscuity. Or body sizes.
One more thing. Krista and I went to Cleveland yesterday with two of our friends whose names I won't mention. The event we went to was cool, but it was staying in the car and talking for some hours that spun me upside down. They are both from Ohio, in towns that are built around factories. Both of them have parents that work in non-union factories. One's mother works on an assembly line that constructs Whirlpool dishwashers. She says people in her town have back problems and terrible posture. There is mass addiction to drugs, booze and the bible. There is a chemical factory in the town over. She knows 5 people our age with brain tumors and that one day, she saw a red cloud in the sky.
America. There is so much to know. The third world is right here.
So, yes. Prayers.
I live in a cozy wooden house with Maude and Krista.
There are a few, good friends here that I am deepening relationships with. Krista especially. It makes me realize that everyone has a universe inside.
New friends have been made, too.
I sleep adequately.
The art docent program has been pretty peripheral, but it's cool. I feel Cultured, if not a little elitist. The occasional wine and cheese party never hurt anyone.
I feel good about where I am artistically. Krista introduced me to oil paint and I can never go back to acrylic. I wonder why I even learned it in the first place.
I also feel confident about taking a photography class. Have decided to take one in New York this summer. While Pipo is a star professor, how much Ohio landscape can I really stand to capture? If I do get into photo, I can always take color photo with him. Hopefully by next Fall I can hone in on a medium. Maybe I don't have to. Maybe I want to do 3-dimensional instillations. A show about promiscuity. Or body sizes.
One more thing. Krista and I went to Cleveland yesterday with two of our friends whose names I won't mention. The event we went to was cool, but it was staying in the car and talking for some hours that spun me upside down. They are both from Ohio, in towns that are built around factories. Both of them have parents that work in non-union factories. One's mother works on an assembly line that constructs Whirlpool dishwashers. She says people in her town have back problems and terrible posture. There is mass addiction to drugs, booze and the bible. There is a chemical factory in the town over. She knows 5 people our age with brain tumors and that one day, she saw a red cloud in the sky.
America. There is so much to know. The third world is right here.
So, yes. Prayers.