Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Nah, I'm just learning how to talk about my art. Next time though, I'm just going to hem and haw, and give some generic response (Like Bob Dylan in the documentary "don't look back," he didn't give anyone a straight answer.) Better to be safe, than do an emotional vomit. So when you're asked, "How are you?" Just say "Fine."
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Part of being in the MFA program here at BYU includes a graduate review after your first year. I am to show all of what I've been working on during my first two semesters here to all of the art faculty. Tomorrow is the day, it shouldn't be too bad.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Hey, hey the gangs all here. don't be decieved by the sunshine, it was freezing cold that day.
Eric's father, sister, and mother.
Not the most flattering picture of us, but it's all I got. It was a beautiful wedding. Lissa was a real princess, she was even wearing make-up AND a bra. I will miss our friendship as single sisters dearly, but since I was already friends with Eric too, then it will be more fabulous to hang out with both of them, especially since they'll be in SLC this summer!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Taylor and Tav
Friday, March 14, 2008
Don't be mad Mom, I put a funky picture of myself on here too.
When I get lonely and bored in my studio I watch our old family videos on my computer and then I can't help but make a few stills. Life goes on, amazing.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Is that too much to ask? Sister Marjorie Hinckley in speaking about President Hinckley said, "I am very grateful for a husband who always lets me do my own thing. He never insists that I do anything his way, or any way for that matter. From the very beginning he gave me space and let me fly."
I don't do a lot of flying, and I don't have feathery wings. From the picture below you can see that I just have wind-blown hair. Find me a man who likes my wind-blown hair, and I think we've got something.
P.S. I'm going to Idaho this weekend which will include visiting this lovely person:
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Ahhh, it's nothing. no big deal. go ahead, eat your heart out. I may not live to see tomorrow, due to an overnight artery clog followed by a heart attack. These donuts (really spudnuts) that Chelsea, Cami, and I made tonight were scrumptious. We ate our fill before the boys came over so as to keep up that feminine mystique of eating like birds. (When really, that all depends upon the kind of bird. Does a pterodactyl count as a bird?) The donuts were a big hit. That's all folks, just posting about donuts...