Like every great polaroid, dad manages to include his thumb...
After a very intense 9 weeks working at summer camp, I'm taking a much needed reprieve from the Tucson summer, and hunkering down in the mountains of Idaho for an extended vacation. Even though I've been home less than 24 hours, it is safe to say that I am much better suited for a Northern landscape. Updates and adventures to follow!
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
value
In these hard economic times, I take to the estate sale circuit. For ten dollars, one can get quite a few treasures!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Project Camp
The best part of camp : making the demo projects
Spirit Sticks
It's full on summer in Tucson, and I've got my bucket of sunscreen and kiddie-pools of ice water at the ready! I've been pretty sparse on my posts as of late, but ONLY because I've been given a great opportunity to be the facilitating director of the arts programing at a wonderful summer camp in the foothills of Tucson. It's been a busy time to say the least. We just kicked off camp this Monday, and it has been so interesting to navigate children between the ages of 5-11 than it is (obviously) with my undergraduate students. There is something so refreshing about unbridled creativity that hasn't been tainted by the daunting constructs of higher art education. It's a lot of running around, but I'm enjoying it so far! I've started a sister blog for the projects we will be making for the next 9 weeks. You can check out what we are up to here.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
dog day
The most accurate visual description of my physical state... Future Lisa Simpson
I've been sick as a dog for five days, this is my first attempt to be creative : Tiny victory.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
beat and measure
Forgetfulness is like a song
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.
Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.
I can remember much forgetfulness.
-Hart Crane
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.
Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.
I can remember much forgetfulness.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
the false, the fake, the fabricated
I can't begin to describe how amazing the past few months have been teaching at the University of Arizona. I have had the pleasure of working with some of the brightest, hard working, and thoughtful students, and I am already feeling nostalgic as the semester is coming to a close. With that said, on May 3rd from 6-8pm, my students will be exhibiting work that they produced for class. It will be an event that one should definitely not miss! Please come and support your fellow photographers!
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