Don't tell me that you don't fart, pass gas, toot, whatever you want to call it, when you're all alone. Artist studios are no exception. Enough said.
I introduce you to my studio. It's my own downy little nest of creativity. Leaning against the wall is my cardboard box that doubles as a sleeping pad for mid-day napping. It's really nice. Graduate school is a good idea, if for no other reason than studio space and library privileges. Also being "faculty" lets me swim in the pool during faculty swim-yeah!
I also present to you my very first lithograph. After brushing a bunch of chemicals on the stone, then rubbing them off, along with a bunch of other crazy complicated steps, I was finally able to print the image. (printmaking is such a physical process, the class should count for a PE credit!)
Copying the title from erin the print is called "Glory Days."
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commenting on my own blog: wierd. anways, i was looking at the postures and facial expressions of the girl and boy in "glory days," that is exactly me- super awkward in a new place, with new boys. eek.
Hey Em, it's Chelsea. You crack me up. I remember seeing you at Rick's college in the middle of the winter in the locker room and you were soaking wet in a swimsuit wearing a homemade knit stocking cap. Weird memory..I know.
it's great to hear from you, emily, and see your space and 'stuff'. i'm glad you are doing what you are doing.
i wanna come visit your studio--the litho looks great!
Em, love the commentary on gas: yes, it's true. Also, love the studio and the lithograph. You are amazing. The boys are coming, I can tell....
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