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SCHOOL IS IN SESSION

oy vey. let the madness commence. here is the break down...

monday: design 9-4 then geometry in art in nature (math essentially) 4:15-5:45
tuesday: nada, most likely in studio
wednesday: e-textiles 9-4 then math 4:15-5:45
thursday: defining contemporary dress (art history) 9-12
friday: fashion construction 9-4

PHEW its even tiring to type

so needless to say, with moving into a new place (which i will post pics of soon) and starting school, i havent blogged. but i have also decided that i will no longer apologize for my absence. it is completely healthy to maintain a normal life.

also exciting, within my new space we have been talking about putting on an art show!~ gallery style, considering all the extra space we got. pretty nifty. meeting two is on friday. ganna be awesome.

anywho, tonight i have been working on my autopbiography that we have to give to our art history teacher so she can better assign us designers to research. here is what i ended up blurtting out:

Speak for Myself: An Autobiography

Taking my first breath on November 2nd, 1988, I was born into a wonderful family of four; a boy and a girl three years apart, loving parents, a dog, and a nice house in the growing city of Charlotte, North Carolina. I was named after my mother’s younger sister, an artist who had died two weeks before, giving me a feeling that someone else was always leading the way. Around the age of seven, we moved to Davidson, a small college town off the side of the high way, my parents got divorced, and another death occurred in the family; another aunt, another artist. From these experiences, I learned more about life than my friends could even imagine, being forced to grow up a bit faster than most.
In Montessori school I was encouraged to learn and act independently. I soon realized I was not hanging out with kids form my multi-grade class, but that of the class above me. When I transferred to a public high school, my brother and I began to share friends. I passionately followed their band around, enchanted with their creative spirits and outrageous choices in presentation, both in attitude and style of dress; I was addicted. I grew dread locks and pierced my nose on my 18th birthday; I continued to mold into my own, merging my independent mind with body. I found salvation in my art classes. I had free range, and I loved it, and I was encouraged to love it.
Following my intuitive connection to tactile materials, I decided to go to SAIC to study fiber. Before SAIC, I never considered fashion to be something I could pursue ‘academically’ so to speak. I chose for my sculptural experiments in garments speak for me, as well as themselves. I now plan to fully embrace that point in hopes to continue embracing my independence.

it kinda gets choppy at the end, but i was encouraged to not take it too seriously.

pics up soon. xoxo