sorry parents for never updatinggggg! this is the needlepoint self portrait i did right before we left for Paris
moi avec Honore de Balzac en une cimetiere en Paris. Edith Piaf et Seurat et Jim Morrison sont la aussi

we had just listened to/seen/experienced? a janet cardiff sound piece called the murder of crows, it completely blew me away, i sat outside in a daze thinking about it and i saw this little landscape in my wine. it was such a dream

incredible antiques store in berlin, hidden in the back of an little compartmented building. place was about twice the size of what you can see here, so small, i bought an awesome compass with eye glass attachments and a little leather box to keep it in. 

best restaurant ever...pigeon english version of "hole in wall." smelled horrible in there but the food was SO AWESOME yayyyy berlin, thanks for the cheap beer 

hanging out with castles in cannes

our perfect lunch on the beach in nice - wine and strawberries and bread and tapenade and cookie
me trying really really really hard to remember the one song i could ever play ever. managed to get the basic chord progression of blackbird good enough that it was recognizable

vvvvvvanquished

overconfidence before scarf slap

takin pitchers for my final big painting. this was our fist sunny awesome day where i could wear a dress with no leggings and no schweaters!

for my figure class we were assigned to paint a 4 foot by 3 foot ish painting focusing on appendages. stefi's hands and my pigeon feet

me dancin around in my favorite pants (owned also in charcoal gray yesssss). there are elastic bands that cinch around each ankle, thus determining these are pants and not a dress. that's my clarification for you, dad.