Quiet holiday season, quiet twinkly lights. As much as I enjoy teaching, I don’t think I could do it for the rest of my life, or as a long-term career. Teachers are notoriously underpaid and undervalued–in society, and by students. I didn’t appreciate teachers for a long time. You know, when you’re young, they’re just there, … More on teaching
I’m a fountain of love in the shape of a girl / You’re a bird on the brim, hypnotized by the whirl Completed graphite portrait of Bjork, first sketch in my new portraits notebook. Every time I think of Bjork, I hear her melodious tittering voice and Bachelorette in my head.
i. Saturday morning. I woke up at 5 and we arrived by 6, the wind so cold it bit into us like knives. I wore my frayed red scarf as we boarded the bus, skies were purpley blue. I watched the sunrise through the sketch of back roads, blues and oranges and rocky gravel. ii. … More June Bugs in the Winter
We exited the city. Urban sights. Buildings, lanky; cars, cranky.
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