The Trailhead Awaits

One week at a time.  That's all.  I recently had the pleasure of delivering a few friends to start their brave journey along the Appalachian Trail.  We took to the backroads of Georgia, and after scaling quite a mountain side on a barely passable road... in my little tiny sedan, I dropped the boys off at the Springer Mountain trailhead.  There next step will be north towards Maine.  Inspiring, adventurous, courageous, and fun.  I haven't had much time to leave Atlanta, so while I was out in the woods I made sure to take it all in and enjoy what I found out there.  Fresh air, green trees, perfect breezy sunshine, and a lot of time to think.  I am jealous of those boys and their adventure.  Soon I'll have another adventure of my very own.

...Crickets?

I've been gone, gone, gone from internet land for quite some time.  This seems to keep happening.  A lot of bad news has come my way, and a lot of work has yet to be done, so I took the time to focus my efforts elsewhere.  I'm working my way forward.  On the horizon is my BFA thesis show, in which I will finally earn that elusive degree in printmaking, packing up nearly every single thing I own to live for a while in a quaint Atlanta storage unit, and heading to Vancouver by way of New Hampshire... more on that later.

Read Then Read Some More

Make excuses to make yourself feel better. Example: convincing yourself that you are on top of your research. Reasoning: your coffee vessel measures higher than your stack of yet to be read books.

Roar, Who Goes There?

Highly recommended: silently sneak up on quiet dark room workers and make presence known only using high pitched pterodactyl-like screeches.

Photo Groove

Teamwork in the print shop means all hands on deck when it comes to kick shearing ten feet of roofing copper. And by all hands I mean everyone's but mine because I felt the need to document. Team player. With copper comes etching. At least that's the goal. Some are better at studio time than others. And by some I mean everyone but me. I need a hypothetical swift kick in the behind to get me moving and shaking. Photogravure, or photo-groove as it is known on the streets, won't just groove itself. I need to harness the groove. It's time to harness the groove. Everybody, come, let us harness the groove.