finally!!!

i am finally DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this project got way out of hand. i was only going to enlarge up to 8x10 and 10x12.

i ended up doing 4x5, 5x7, 7x8, 8x10, and 10x12!!!!

then i decided to mount them all on 4 ply last night at 11pm.... by 4 am i was done.

also, lets just say my fingertip skin is non existent at this point.

FUCK IT!!! so worth it.

the urban outfitters show is sunday and i am sooo pumped now.

now that the prints are good to go a huge weight has been lifted off my chest. ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!

i still have to paint the display thing that these prints will be hanging from, but i don't even care about that right now. it will get done. right now i am going to drink my coffee and sit around and smile.

also, i owe so much to kylie and to the friends that i unceasingly nagged for weeks. sooo THANKS :)

kylie was a saint disguised as my sexy little lego lover roommate. seriously. she was up with me all hours of the night cutting and sizing. i'm pretty sure there was a little bit of grumbling.... but such things are expected when you are sick and tired and hungry and cooped up in a kitchen under a neon light cutting matt bored for 3 hours.

also, all the fucking rad as flickr friends who purchased prints... man, you guys don't even know! that was so encouraging for me. it also helped to finance all the printing materials i needed to do this. so thanks guys! you all rock!!!!!

i will post again soon.

be well all. 

have an amazing day!

wooooooooooo

this polaroid is of my little brother cody. relaxing -

the opposite of what i am doing now till sunday.

3 more days till my art show.

i am freaking out!!!!!

(there will be a real post later).

summertime in the fields

as i was dozing off last night, and saying goodbye to yesterdays dirt i remembered this beautiful thing my dad told me once as a little girl. he said "all dragonflies return to the lake where they were first born to touch down one more time again before they die." i don't know if he made that up to charm me (since he is known to have been a tall tale teller), or if it is just some rare jewel of a fact that he read once in a dusty encyclopedia.. either way i treasure it.

under my sheets, alone in my bed, drifting farther and farther away from every breach of peace, i imagined him, like a shining dragonfly. regal and handsome in the light. visiting me one more time.

this polaroid was taken a month ago at horseshoe lake. it reminds me of summer, and the beautiful stories we make - like the dragonfly. it reminds me of my longing for love and angst for freedom. it reminds me of youth.

abstract monday

i fear that something is terribly wrong with my sx 70. everytime i get to the 6th photo in a film pack it just gets stuck in there and it wont spit out the photo.... AHHHHHH!

i almost don't even want to talk about it right now. i worry that saying it out loud, or in this case, typing it out, would be like admitting that it actually is broken. and if the brown bear really is broken then i will have to retire him and go through the stupid ebay process of finding his replacement. not to mention the weeks it will take breaking in and familiarizing myself with the new foreign beast... learning all of it's flaws and crazy little quirks...

shit!!! this sucks! well, my fingers are crossed, hoping that the bear is ok.

this polaroid was lucky number 6 - the last usable shot in the film pack. the other 4 are still stuck in the bear. just sitting in there, mocking me, as i repeatedly press the red button!!!

today also happens to be my very first abstract monday and brian aka peel apart's birthday. he is a flickr comrade and the facilitator of abstract monday. every monday he finds something wonderful to capture, but instead of capturing it in a typical framing method, he finds a way to make it abstract. i love his idea and being a pretty abstract person myself i presume to accompany him in the pursuit of abstractedness every monday.

the 22nd

today is the 22nd of june. uneventful. understated. unmistakable. unrequited. undulated.

 

22 times i imagined his face. 22 times i thought i loved him. 22 times i thought i hated him. 22 times i checked my phone for his text. 22 times i was let down by him. 22 waisted words i conjured to share with him. 22 hundred miles between us. 22 prayers to 22 saints that he would think of me.

** i know i know. vague. as always.