i have seen the end and it is beautiful.

i have been listening to massive attack and other various trip-hoppery and now feel as if i am tripping myself. probably that in combination with writing papers on Shining Ocean Wild Smart Salmon Kenyan Coffee Barbecue flavor (idk if this sounds appealing to you but it sounds like vomit to me personally, and im the one thats gotta promote it) and the ever-wonderful Death of Sarpedon (which is what is should be doing now). whatevs. i can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel which is what ive longed for all this time i can finally see the day when i know where my future lies, the one variable that secures all the others.

the above is a short little series i finished last week for the digital section of my photo class. we had to do some type of narrative. so i returned to my miss-colvin-induced english roots and went for it. i wanted to create a story to depict my relationship with the medium. despite some technical issues (being the photog and not being able to see at all is slightly more than difficult) it was fun. it was nice to shoot something a little more fine art in the digital medium and return a little bit back to myself and the way me and my art used to be. over spring break caitlyn, kelley and i were discussing my image versus reality series from senior year and with a few finangles here and there (and absolutely none in some cases) every single image in that series was, is or became true. im a motherfucking prophet. youre welcome. ill go ahead and clarify questions that are sure to be asked about the above pictures:

1. hells yes that is a ladysmith black mambazo poster
2. i am aware that the lens cap is in and out of attendence in these pictures...careless accident
3. try checking out that last image in 8x10 size hanging up on your classroom wall at 8am, youll want to vomit just as much as i did. my face is even redder than usual due to scraping of spray paint off my face. this was a painful project
4. yes i like purple
5. its quite apparent im not an actress
6. yes sometimes we eat cereal at night, but never at that table


so there you have it. my vulnerability on a plate. this project isnt exactly my baby or anything, but a step in the right direction, so you can feel free to botch and butcher it with comments as much as youd like, id like to know what maybe some nonart people think.

days like these i am reminded that i have something important to say. something that matters and something that should be said. the past few years have been a building process. building my skill level, my confidence and bringing myself back to a state i was once in.

and when i get there

you will know