My professor emailed me a link to an artist who made one drawing for each page of Herman Melville's Moby Dick. For whatever reason, it reminded her of me. I started flipping through it, and read page 15's quote: "I don't know how it is, but people like to be private when they are sleeping."

This works perfectly with my work this semester.

The installations class opening last night at Area 405.

Colors and contrast are kind of off in the photos...and it's still in progress, but here's what I've been working on the past few days. Not a whole lot left to do, clean up the skin and torso, maybe incorporate the background into the figure more. I've got to remember to stop before I overwork it. I want to keep an ephemeral kind of feeling in it.

Me, looking at my donors looking at my artwork at the Sorrento show opening.

I'm missing summer, ready for winter.

Pretty flowers are made for blooming,

Pretty stars are made to shine.

Pretty girls are made for boy's love,

Little Maggie was made for mine.

Well, yonder stands little Maggie

With a dram glass in her hand,

She's a drinkin' down her troubles

Over courtin' some other man.

Bob sings about Maggie a lot.

It's autumn.

But I really miss painting in Italy.

Just wanted to show off my zucchini.

That is all.

Things are good again.

I'm keeping my head above water.

This helps.

I'm ready for new things.

This photo absolutely doesn't relate to what I have to say. I just like it because I miss her, and miss seeing her happy.

Such a confusing week.

I miss the countryside right now.

I miss the countryside right now. The city is raining, there is heavy traffic on I-83, which happens to be at eye-level with my window. We are watching each other, these people stuck in traffic.

My stomach hurts and hurts and hurts, and I am lethargic. I need to get many things done, but I don't move. For all the speed of a big city, all I want to do is curl up and stay still.

Look! I had a show!

Just took down the show from Sorrento - this was my little corner.

Epic things are happening.

Switzerland of Ohio.

I have absolutely no attention span today. It's taken me 4 hours to read 20 pages. I just keep distracting myself.

Ashley's photography of me.

Blueberry coconut bubble tea is my addiction.

2 days in Amish Country -- no electricity or water, 4 kids and 50 acres of land, and too many farm animals to count.

I love it.