The day in which an old man in a van offered to sell us some candy.
I'm not even joking you guys.
skirt, shoes, necklace: thrifted, shirt: modcloth
As we were walking about Anne's neighborhood, we came across a couple of these signs. I'm not sure if they were put there by the city? But I'm hoping that it was someone's personal project and that they didn't ask for permission to do so. I signed it with "Before I die I want to have my photography published in a magazine."
So basically, today was gorgeous. These pink trees are blossoming all around town. I've noticed that they only stay pink for about two/three weeks at the beginning of spring, so I had to take action and snap some photos before they disappear. Anne actually helped me take these. I think taking photos with her is my new favorite hobby.
(This entire outfit is thrifted!)
I'll be sad to see these pink trees go. I'll be even more sad once the temperature begins to rise and being outside won't be as enjoyable as it was today.
Anne and I are jumping for joy because she had just started a blog. Hooray! If you've been a long time follower then you've seen this doll before here or here. Cute, huh? It's a wonder that she hasn't started a blog sooner. And if you're wondering why we chose to take photos in front of "The Print Shop" it's because we're both printmaking students/fanatics. So it was pretty exciting that we found this wall!
dress: Modcloth, jeggings: Old Navy, boots: thrifted, brooch: Icing's
'Kay, so basically I've been thinking about my love for art. Probably because I spend so much time on campus in the art building. I was at school for 12 hours yesterday, going to class and working on a couple of different projects, and although my teacher was tearing apart my work and there were many trials and errors, I left school at midnight feeling awesome and successful.
I know that I'm going to have serious art withdrawals once I graduate. I know that I'll keep creating art after school, but I know it won't be the same. I'll miss my "art family" and hanging out in the printmaking shop, and just working really hard to meet deadlines and produce artwork. I'll miss critiques! I remember how I got teary-eyed during my very first critique in high school because my teacher was so "harsh." I'd like to go back in time to that critique and actually listen to what I should've done to make it a better painting.
I'm grateful that my idea of art has changed since high school. Drawings and photographs that I would have looked past in high school are now intriguing and beautiful. I'm also grateful that I still have so much to learn about photography and printmaking, otherwise, things would get boring.
Whew! Art is rewarding! I'm so glad that God has given me this gift, and that my parents never disagreed with me about going to school for art. I'm glad that I've been passionate about this all my life. And again, I'm glad that I've found my little art family that accepts me for who I am. (Told ya it would be a sappy post.)