Monday, November 8, 2010

my next failed attempt

To laugh at my newest attempt at blogger productivity....feel free to place bets on how often i DONT post at.....

Sunday, November 7, 2010

i wishes...

(35mm black and white film, developed by myself)

I think I would like to start an art blog.

..... to document art school.....

Tuesday, July 6, 2010


the dishwasher was going.
i stood at the sink washing what was left over.

in another room the mother rocked a crying baby.
across the counter i watched the father gather children.
with a boy under one arm calling out his good nights to all he passed,
the father sent the other upstairs to bed.

i continued to wash.
the father called out commands to the bed goers.
get in your bed. go upstairs. put on your pajamas.
and the baby in the other room continued to cry.

i continued to wash.
hustle. bustle. tears and tantrums.
the mother rocked.
the father gathered.

i stopped washing.
standing quietly next to the gate was the twin to the crying baby.
she was passed and walked over.
she neither hustled nor cried. she just waited.

i picked her up.
i swear she smiled.

eventually the bed goers were in bed.
the crying had stopped and the father apologized.
i don't know why.
i was content to watch her be content, just being held.


PS. i am in Kentucky for the summer. and our blog is incredibly boring. so if anyone actually even still reads it. i am very sorry and you deserve a prize.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

At least i don't have to give a speech.

I'm graduating tomorrow.

I really just want to be a sentimental baby about it....

can i be happy later?

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Narrative Painting

"Selfless Love"
Project One: Symbolism/Metaphor

"Jane Eyre"
Project two: Single-Scene Narrative

"Charles Kitchens"
Project three: Diptych, theme of war

Project four: Continuous Narrative

Monday, April 5, 2010



Is ruining my life....

I just though you should all know.
These are just some photographs from my cello documentary.
To make up for my whining....

Thursday, April 1, 2010

"Jane in the pink room" actually might have been more frightening...

Grand finale of the epic adventure: "the big ATL"   
 (...sorry i'm still recovering from Teenpact, and still thriving off of Teenpact inside jokes)
Anyway, Atlanta is our last stop.
theeeenn (hallelujah) HOME!

So right now, i'm sitting on a bed..a very pink bed...which is sitting inside a lovely room. A very pink room that belongs to a beautiful little girl with strawberry curls and pink rosy cheeks. This room is inside a house that is not pink that belongs to Mama's dear friend. This house is inside a darling little town called "Peachtree City" that is right outside of Hotlanta. 

My mom is being all chatty downstairs with Dear Friend, and i'm stuck alone in this pink room on this pink bed waiting for her. It would be lying to say that i'm not more than slightly disturbed by this pink room at this moment. 

Allow me to share:
(yay for Buzz's webcam of awesome spectacular-ness)

The first picture is the room itself.
The second, is the giant horse near the head of the bed. He looks friendly, he's not.
The third, is the creeptastic glowing globe. MEGA weird. It looks cool, it's not.
And finally, the fourth picture is what scares me the most.

Yes, that bunny is for real.

 It's watching me. I don't trust him.

This is no april fools, friends.
 I may get eaten by a bunny rabbit tonight.

spontaneous roadtrip: success

I miss my people.
I miss my house.
Love Savannah, GA
Love ALL the places we visited.
Love vintage clothes from Savannah, GA
Cannot WAIT to be home. :)

Saturday, March 13, 2010

The Price is Right

My sister is now the soon to be Mrs. Price.
We are thrilled.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

my nap

My eyes were still closed, but i knew that i was awake.

Laying in my bed i could hear people in the kitchen moving and talking.

i heard laughing.

i heard the laughter of a woman, unknown, a normal low laugh.

i ignored it.

Then i heard a second laugh.

i smiled.

it was wonderful.


i thought of ringing and bells.

and pretty music.

what an amazing laugh.

i love that laugh.

i never noticed it before.

20 years i have heard and let it go unappreciated.

my momma has a beautiful laugh.





pretty music.

pretty momma.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Charles Courtney Curran

He literally paints the lighting of Spring. 

I want a cool breeze, a grassy hill, the spring sun, and a picnic. 

Friday, February 19, 2010


without facebook, i've been making my time on the computer more productive.

organizing pictures,

organizing my gmail inbox... (1240 e-mails.. yikes!!!) it's a daily process...

blogging more frequently...more frequent visits to your blogs...

e-mailing people baaaack...... (sorry e-mail from august, that i never replied to)

getting to know buzz lightyear a little better. (i love my baby)

maybe when i finally complete the organization of my inbox...i'll reactivate my facebook account.

who knows. maybe i'm done with facebook for life... :)

MAGGIE IS HOME!! so glad that all the sis's are together.

 ( + brett.... but it's ok. we like him too.)

"reunited and it feel so gooood" 

Spring? is that you?

I saw the first daffodil today. it said "hello! spring is on it's way...if you can just be patient for a teeny bit longer!"

aaaaaagh! so. exciting.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010


I feel so behind...

stop fretting over things...and just DO them...

Monday, February 15, 2010

miracles happen fast.

there's a pretty white sheet on everything.

i didn't even realize what was happening.

happy belated balumtine'th day.

We all need thome help thontines.

Lately I've been having serious bloggers block.
Although on second thought, there have been plenty
of things i've been meaning to blog about,
but instead of taking the time to blog, i've simply
been living. But I am here now, for these few moments. ;)

It's past due time for a visit.

shall we?
First of all, now that the mad rush of Valentine's is over, we all need to be reminded that we can share love ALL through the year, and one of the best ways to do that is through song.

From esteemed musician and filmmaker, Dave Barnes:
("this is um, one of my favorites") a father to me.



SNOWwait,no.That's something that has NOT happened!

everywere i am,
snow is not.

Sometimes I only have so much time
to spend on feeding my need for creativity...
and i'm sorry to say that it’s the blog
that so often gets neglected.

lately, we've been busy busy busy busy people.

I kissed facebook goodbye last week.
I'll most likely re-activate my account eventually...
but i gotta tell ya,
it's been nice without the distraction.

please oh please snow.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day!

And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

- I Cor 13:13

All my love, to all my loves,


Thursday, February 4, 2010

rolling on the floor laughing.

i really. really. want waffles.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


meet ethne.

what once was johnnie, now shall be ethne.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Oh may it be so...

"Guide us waking, O Lord,
and guard us sleeping;
that awake we may watch with Christ,
and asleep we may rest in peace."

Rick quoted this prayer in a post about Amy. Such a sweet prayer. So simple. So profound. Such comfort.

Friday, January 22, 2010

There's always hope...

Recently, I read a quote from the wise and insightful Bro. Dwayne Schafer.

"Change comes in frequent, determined attempts."

The idea that all is not lost on the first failing, or even the second , or the third, or the tenth attempt has given me a renewed motivation to continue to strive for the changes that I know are necessary in my life. This simple little quote speaks volumes of encouragement to me.

How about you?

Thursday, January 21, 2010

I want to be an English Teacher.....

Something I came across doing some online research for an art project.

Funny metaphors used in high school essays

Just in case you need some writing inspiration. Every year, English teachers from across the USA can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year’s winners:

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in anothercity and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

I wish I could laugh that hard everyday.

Thursday, January 7, 2010


hello, you.