Well, it's that time again: THE END OF THE SEMESTER! I was starting to get a little loopy there at the end. For example, I came home the other day from being at school all day, then at work all night. With little sleep the night before, so I was pretty worn out. When I got home, I parked on the street. As I was getting to my front door, I turned to look at my car (which I'm glad I did. How often does someone turn and look at their car before going into their house?), and there my goes my car. ROLLING. DOWN. THE. STREET. I had accidentally left the gear in NUETRAL.
For about 1 second, I wasn't sure what was happening, then it clicked: RUN! So, I drop everything and run down the driveway and into the street towards my car. We have a small hill near our house, so the car was picking up speed after a few seconds. I run as fast as I can and I make it to the car and reach for the door to try to stop it. I don't know why I thought I could stop it by trying to pull it backwards, but it hit the fence it was heading for. Luckily, there was no damage to the fence (it's a wrought iron fence), and it only left a small scratch on the front bumper. I go lucky on that one. What if I hadn't looked back, and I woke up the next morning with it chilling on their fence? or if it had been towed!?
I know what your thinking. "PAIGE YOU IDIOT!" haha I know, I felt pretty silly.
Once I gather my thoughts, I look around to see if anyone has witnessed this embarrassing moment. No one was around, thank goodness. So, I drive it back up to the house.
That's not the ending. There's more to this story. This is my life.
So, I park the car, this time, I actually put it in 'park' this go around. I go inside and have a good laugh about the whole thing, and really got a kick out of it. I go to text someone, anyone, I have to tell somebody about this crazy event! I look in my purse, and everywhere in the house, and can't find my phone anywhere. I had just had it in the car, so I check there. It isn't there either. So, I use my computer to call it. I hear a faint ring. But where is it? After redialing about 6 times, I poke my head out the front door, and can hear it better. So, I walk down the street, and there it is. Laying in the middle of the street, ringing. It had fallen out when I was running like a maniac after my car. It was fine, not even a scratch.
So, yeah, that's pretty much a good idea of how my finals week went. GLAD IT'S OVER. haha
I'm thrilled about this summer, and I can't wait to have some time off from deadlines, tests, and the stress. But, as soon as I got home from work, I started running through my mind of all of the things that I could do during the break. Friends from school want to have a group photo trip around town, and I want to spend a good chunk of time on a new video, I want to submit to more shows, dedicate certain days to go to the studio and work, figure out a direction for my art, and just ALL THE THINGS. Then, I realize, I'm just adding all of these goals together and setting deadlines for myself, which turns into stress. But I want to do all of those things. I guess I just like the feeling, or need it, in a way. Like, if I don't have something going on, I'd be so bored. I can't even enjoy a movie or hang out with friends without constantly thinking, "OOOH, that's a good project. What if I put paint on this surface? or how would I film this, or write that?" IT'S A CONSTANT in my mind. I'm never not thinking about art. Guess that makes me a real genuine arrrrrteest. But, I will make time to try and relax a bit this summer. We'll see how that goes.
Also, I got accepted to be a committee member for the art gallery at our school called the Box Gallery. I'll start this fall! I'm really excited to gain some experience working amongst others in a gallery setting. I've submitted to a few shows, too, so I should hear back soon. Fingers Crossed!
Now that I've written a novel^^^, here's a woodcut that I did last week. It's a 12" by 40" hand burnished print. I call it, "Old Lady River".