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wylieare you jessica?

meyes.

wylieyes, youre jessica because you have that face

my dad is my inspiration

list of reasons i was flying so high past cloud nine:

finals = over.
break = beginning
called and got hours at my old job (ergo: i get to go home for an entire month)
put in my two weeks at my job here

did i mention i get to go home on tuesday?

its as though this thing inside me has been released, or maybe it was conquered and my soul sees relief only a short two days away and is daring to rejoice again.

then, the inevitable crash.
it blind sides you from nowhere. (looking back you can see it, or rather feel it, building, but in the moment it strikes it feels like a a curve ball from left field out in timbucktoo)

this is why i hate soaring past cloud nine as quickly as a rocket takes off
its the crash that is more painful, and its why id rather stay on the ground then take off to begin with.

luckily is a tough bastard, and wont let go once it has its grip on you.

two and a half days.
home and family are unbelievable blessings.

this quarter i created an installation that grew out of my love of being able to walk down the road and pick fresh cherries right off the trees. and having fresh fruits and baked breads in the market that comes to lacoste every tuesday morning.

this stand in contrast to what im used to back home in the states.  when we go get food, we drive to the nearest grocery store (or worse- walmart) and buy food that was created in a factory/harvested and shipped/processed/contains who knows what in it.

this isnt a critique on just american food, or saying that only america eats this way.  no. because they have grocery stores with processed/preservative packed food here in europe as well. this piece is intended for the viewers reflection. to at least stop for a moment and recognize and take notice of where our culture is going and where it used to be.  is all progress positive? or is it time to re-evaluate the direction we are headed?

something i love about art school

is that my professors are always the first to the window.