From the Bizarre Caverns of My Head I Present to You:

i don't know what I'm doing exactly. I'm just dinking around with different characters and possible narratives to accompany the strange events taking place... I go to school just to do this?

Baby Ruby

You can't help but love this little munchkin face!


Ruby was blessed last week. Also, congratulations to Sergio for getting baptized a couple weeks ago! Hooray for religious rites!

The Visitation

This is a shot from the first film I've ever made in my life. It is a whopping 6 seconds long. It stars Barbie, Saint Simon, and St. Joseph. I played the voices of the three characters. I couldn't get it to upload on Blogger, so this shot will have to do! My next project includes some Victorian paper dolls...get excited.

In Our Lovely Deseret

This weekend my Mom and sister Erin came to visit. While my family knows that I don't really enjoy my new home and town, this weekend my Mom and Erin validated me once again on that point and gave me permission to write a "hate list." This list would include all the reasons why I don't like my situation. This list would help me see clearly if any of my complaints have any merit, for example, the sidewalks on campus are not walker friendly, they lead you the longest way possible to get to class, and are very inorganic in design- too symmetrical for me, and for some reason THAT REALLY BUGS ME. That is just an example of what would be on my "hate list." How important IS sidewalk design? That is a topic for another blog entry, but what I'm getting at, is that by allowing yourself to just full-on hate something, and not have to look on the bright side for one moment, it frees you to see how rediculous you are, giving you room to laugh and think positively. And that is why I've posted some great pictures that illustrate two positive things about Utah: 1. the greatest snow on earth and 2. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
I'm also including a behind the scenes video from the "Music and the Spoken Word" broadcast at the Tabernacle on Temple Square! Get excited.

ah, lazy days...

If this is what happens when Grandpa comes home from South America, then this is what happens when Mom and Erin come to visit Utah.

a Sneak Peek

This isn't a sneeky peek at people in their underwear, it's a snippet of my newest print...more to come!

A Star is Born: Feb 6, 1991

The Andelins like to remember Andrew as a nude little boy playing in a dirt pile in our front yard. I remember him as the pest who always wanted to play with my breyer's plastic horses. He had to endure a lot of persecution growing up as the youngest and most charming of 7, and it's amazing he's turned out to be such an amiable young man (a little crusty around the edges, but nothing that time won't iron out). Lately, he has been in a "blossoming" stage of life. He is known to take up hobbies and sports that he has previously never expressed an interest in. He doesn't dabble. No, Andrew just gets going into stuff, which usually kids have been preparing their whole lives to do, like flutes or something, and Andrew will get first chair on the first day of try-outs. He has taken up JV basketball, soccer, jazz choir, lead singing in a band, herbology, cavies, and blogging. I've always thought him a capable artist (waiting for him to surpass me.) Happy Birthday Andrew!

**toot your own horn!**

This is my friend Julie and her daughter Mallie. Julie and I went to BYU-I together, back in the day, lost contact for about 6 years, and then reunited again. Feels like we didn't miss a beat, except Julie has three little miniatures of herself running around, while I can barely manage to wake up before 10am. Julie's got a show in Salt Lake soon! *toot* Congratulations! I've also got some stuff on display. *toot toot* For a while I had two prints in Provo on Main Street, in a store front as part of a student show (bad venue). But now, after a couple rejection letters from national printmaking shows, I made it to a local show in Ogden: The Eccles Community Art Center "Black and White" show. *toot* I also showed in the local "hipster" gallery, Gallery 110, with some other students. That was a tricky one. They had a call for entries, and if you didn't read the fine print, you wouldn't know that you were DONATING your work to the show, as a fundraiser for the gallery. I'm thinking it's best to start locally, then move out from there.
*the photo above is a zebra that I sewed onto my sweater this weekend* toot toot*
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