4.16-17: the most exciting events, knitting a washcloth and wearing a neckerchief
4.18: home design
(got the rain-footsteps i’ve been wanting to catch for weeks)
4.20-21: also knitting a guitar strap; mismatching and color blocks
4.22: guitar faker
4.24: easter dinner (complete with bunny cake)
This week I borrowed a guitar and played some music. I took a long bike ride and listened to Bossa Nova. I did very little work because my body was against me. So instead I saw three amazing bands with two amazing people and one amazing mishap. And…now I am in a strange headspace and it is about to rain. The end.
4.9: waterfront park
4.10: dressed up for h.p. lovecraft at the ice cream shop
4.11: movie still curtain
4.12: callers, wye oak
4.13: vivian girls (with the black lips)
4.15: spring weekend! joy?
4.15: care from afar. missss you.
This week had a rough emotional arc. I spent a lot of time loitering in back alleys and I started shooting in black and white. I read a lot of books and I smoked a lot of cigarettes. And I drew the wings myself.
Looking over my spring break, it sort of seems like nothing special – especially stood up against the New York trip I missed. And yet, what an amazingly soothing string of days. I went to markets and dinners and parks and coffee shops and cemeteries. I listened to music and looked at art and cried and let myself be moved. I talked to friends from far away, and I read poetry aloud, and I rode my bicycle, and I roasted my first eggplant. I hope summer is just like this, but with road trips.
3.26: winter market
3.27: provision dinner
3.28: cemetary walk
3.30: there is a twig on tv
3.31: soft steps
I dedicate this week to caffeine, visine, weather you can walk to school in, shuttles that run until 3 a.m., friends that let you call for only a moment, professors who assign movies in lieu of readings, and people who ask “how are you?”
3.19: hipster drag and crystal castles and driving in boston
3.20: sun and coffee
3.21: an hour before this photo was taken, there was a face here
3.22: i’ll never misspell nietzsche again
3.23: brown anti-gay protest protest
3.24: grey tones and whatnot
3.25: spring break – sewing, knitting, home magazines and humphrey bogart
3.12: providence, buildings
3.13: sun, colors
3.14: banana bathroom
3.15 and 3.16: grey skies and new projects
3.17: silly holiday
3.18: wind and whatnot
This week I came close to giving up my photo project. My academic life is ridiculously full right now, and I have been spending long hours inside, not moving, in complete silence, alternately reading and freaking the eff out. When I did venture out of the office, I was too exhausted and irritated to be very inspired by my environment. At dinners, at parties, on coffee runs, even on long walks I kept finding myself without my camera. But I’m glad I pushed through – while I may not be progressing (in fact, this week I think I’ve regressed) as a photographer, I am getting a kick out of the documentation aspect of this project. It’s nice to have something to show for each day. And some days I get busy and overwhelmed and work hard and forget to see what’s around me, and I need to remember those days, so that I can remember to see differently.
3.5: The amazing and not-done-justice-by-this-terrible-blurry-picture Creature Show from Big Nazo labs.
3.6: We failed at the French film festival, so grabbed a glass of wine and watched friends dine in front of some rather apologetic sea creatures.
3.7: With all my books kept safely in my office, my actual book-bag is just…knitting projects.
3.8: Graffiti plot twist. Relatedly, I now have a committee chair.
3.09: Got up early with my silly nails, stayed up late waiting for a stranger.
3.10: Putting jewels (handmade clay necklace things) away (on a bulletin board).
3.11: After an exhausting three days of teaching and conferencing and seminar-ing and department-ing, I spent my Friday night under a blanket reading The Great Gatsby cover to cover. What comfort. All my notes from junior year of high school are very sweetly intact.