Oeuvre

Providence is my love.

2010-02-08T06:19:00.000-08:00

I'll take a little skyline like this in the morning...

Obsessed with the arches and brilliant use of color on this eye doctor's office..

Precious little family-owned cookie store, prefect for Valentine's Day in Providence

This is Providence. Sophie and I decided to take an impromptu trip down the interstate, leading us to Providence, RI. In the short hours I spent there 3 years ago, I never realized the city's amazing architecture, small boutiques, and specialty restaurants...glorious weather definitely didn't hurt the day trip either. I had been looking to attend RISD before deciding on the Museum School in Boston- I ended up not feeling inspired by the school, more interested in the city. It's cozy and warm, the perfect size of a city, with everything you need from amazing shopping to great unique homes, plus it's on a river in the most beautiful part of the east coast...yes please to all of the above. Free parking, a vibrant art scene, tons of cute Brown boys, and the cutest coffee shops around every corner make this place one to have a family. Sophie and I got into a discussion walking along the river about where we would we have wanted to grow up, urban or rural? City or country? She said country, I said city....go figure. But I think there is a beautiful balance to Providence, not too much city, not too much country. It's small, but not podunky. Mmmm planning my next trip currently.

new obsession

2010-01-25T09:14:00.000-08:00

This is breakfast.

Breakfast burritos. I've been making them religiously for the past few weeks, and I am in love. After a morning run, they are the best energizers for the rest of the day. I've been using avocados, unions, mushrooms, peppers...really anything I find looking good at the market. Such a beautiful brunch for my days off. And you can make them in less than 5 mintues.

peace be with you.

2010-01-23T18:09:00.000-08:00

This is what I need.

A peace garden. Smack dab in the middle of Boston's Italian district, between canolis and cappuccinos. As simple as a quiet plot of land amongst the frenzy that is the North End. Nothing glorious, besides the oddly placed statues and their awkward presence in the space as a group of caretakers. Not a single person walked in while I was moseying around, more people tended to stare as I was exiting...more like, "What the hell was she just doing in there?" type of stares. Who the hell cares. We could all use a good escape every now and then in the city, although it maybe just be right outside the walls of absolute chaos.

"When the world says, "Give up," Hope whispers, "Try it one more time."

blue

2010-01-23T14:53:00.000-08:00

This is life.

"This is when the magic happens: right when you feel like everything is going wrong,

shift your attitude to accept that it's actually going right. Our judgments of how

we think our life should be are preventing us from reaching our Highest Potential.

If you're going through a storm, hold the belief that it's the perfect storm for

you to be going through and that you've been given everything you need to weather

the storm. When the chaos subsides you will experience the Truth that is forever

true; you are always taken care of, exactly where you need to be and your efforts

are rewarded exactly when they need to be. Remember this Truth the next time a storm

is on the horizon and you will grow wings and be able fly right over it and towards

the calm waters of Trust and Love."

Cantaloupes and Carrots

2010-01-23T14:47:00.000-08:00

This is the market.

Quite possibly one of most hectic and fast-paced places on earth on a Saturday morning. Right by the water in the North End/Faneuil Hall area, growers set up their produce and the people flood in. Even in the dead of winter at 22 degrees, the place is packed with foodies, tourists, children, locals, chefs, and everyone in between. Nothing better than produce right from the growers themselves. In the summer, there is fresh pineapple, mangoes, watermelon, and berries galore. Yes please. You can buy a weeks worth of the freshest food in the city.

the little things

2010-01-23T14:45:00.001-08:00

This was a good moment.

Some of my favorite moments are strangely fantastical. They come out of nowhere and unless you have a watchful eye, they can go right past you. Moments of magical color, moments of child-like playfulness, moments of pure bliss.

I am a graduate.

2010-01-21T15:56:00.001-08:00

This is a goodbye.

I cleaned out my studio today. One of the most surreal moments of my life thus far. I can honestly say it was calming at the time, yet the after effects were not what I had expected. This is the first time I am moving out, and not going anywhere else. My studio is now packed up into plastic bins and blue Ikea bags, and will be shoved into a zipcar and shlepped into the basement of my apartment. The search for a new, post-graduation, inexpensive artist studio begins now. It's the first time I actually feel like I am no longer in school, bittersweet to say the least. But don't worry, new projects are underway...new projects in my apartment, minus the paint.

Sir Alex Hamrick

2010-01-18T15:32:00.000-08:00

This is part of my life.

My studio is a place I have been all too familiar with these past 5 years. It's not my home, but it is an escape. Sometimes an escape of stress and tension, other times just a place where I can drift off for hours upon end with a brush in one hand and fabric in another. ALex, a guy in my studio, has been making work that is just out of this world lately. So meticulous and detailed, clean-cut and graphic, with a natural freshness. Yum. Everything I love, but cannot make on my own. I will be posting photos of my work in progress, but for today, his work is going to take over. These past few months, I have been more interested in others work and their practice than my own. I feel like sometimes we need to set out of ourselves and look at how other people are responding to the world. Hours and hours are spent looking in museums everyday by millions of people, that's amazing and all, but I feel like sometimes the focus of non-art practicing people is on the work of the past. Ahh, I just love the right now. Right now's passion and it's launch of new ideas and materials. GIves me the shivers.

"when we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,

and when we escape like squirrels turning in the

cages of our personality

and get into the forests again,

we shall shiver with cold and fright

but things will happen to us

so that we don't know ourselves.

cool, unlying life will rush in,

and passion will make our bodies taut with power,

we shall stamp our feet with new power

and old things will fall down,

we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like

burnt paper."

-an anonymous love of mine

Yes to being an artist.

Colorful Lives

2010-01-18T15:07:00.001-08:00

This is where I live.

I have quite a bizarre life. Let's just throw that out there from the start. I'm sure you are thinking.."I have a bizarre life too!" I'm 99.9% positive that in 9 out of 10 parts, I am a little more bizarre. So I just graduated from a pretty prestigious art school in Boston, one of the best. I'm living in the South End, which is the "foodie" and "very gay" district of the city. I am definitely not gay, but I do love the food and the life here. I live in a little apartment above a barber shop, and come home daily to street thugs and baby mommas on my stoop, always staring..sometimes laughing, but most of the time just staring. My roommate is an architecture student who has a passion for Lady Gaga, Parisian vintage dresses, dying her hair, and tacos. I came home today to find a dinosaur pinata, which come to find out, was made out of a blown up condom and is filled with toy cars. Why, you might ask, would she do this? Good question. And there really is no good answer, it's just pure randomness. It's exhilarating to live with someone who comes home from work in lime green hot-shorts, mardi gras beads, and a feather covered hat...and she works in a 67 floor building full of the most conservatively-dressed people in the whole city. She has balls. I've been working on setting a calm, clean, and well designed tone in the apartment, and as far as I can tell, she sure does add some saturation. More to come with me living vicariously through her.

The First

2010-01-18T14:31:00.000-08:00

This is the beginning.

Where I start is now and where I end is just a thought in the distance I hope will never come. My life is to be broadcasted through text and image, who would ever have thought this would be a good idea? So personal and intimate, to share daily details of every move...well not every move, but almost tracking my adventures. Art and fashion, city and space, color and contrast, day and night. I'm attracted to the unique and the bold, the raw and fresh works of designers, artists, chefs, the acts of friends and family, the path of the city-dweller and the tourist. The single girl's adventure in a city, first dates and last dates, let ons and lets downs, the ins and the outs. What I do, where I go, what I wear, and how I do it. My new steps are just beginning, but there sure has been quite a path left behind.