I am making amazing things.
I am experiencing vast amounts of growth.
I am working with new materials.
I am broadening horizons.

But it's not all easy.

My work is personal.
Most of the time I feel vulnerable and exposed.
Most of the time it brings up issues, relationships, past experiences.
I realized today that I don't trust anyone anymore.
(I have learned more about myself through this work than any sort of counseling I've ever had.)
I have to continually push, work, move.

Last night, I realized it had been terribly long since I've been for a hike.
I haven't had time to myself in months...
...but I'm making myself a lovely necklace with a hidden token.
I have given up on going to the gym until May...
...but I'm going to go back to meditation this week. I find myself daydreaming about getting on the freeway and just driving away into the sunset.
Or just sleeping in.
I cannot wait to get back to making jewelry.
Soon, I will give up on cooking in order to save time, and find myself sleeping on the couch in order to get as many hours as possible, undisturbed.

It's not all easy, I know. No one ever said it would be.

But I know it's worth it.
Nothing worth anything ever came easy.

It's HERE!!! The OCAC Thesis Class of 2014's Kickstarter has officially launched and we need your help to get to our goal!! Check it out and help us put on an amazing exhibition in May! Above is a little snapshot of one of my favorite rewards, The Cubist, which includes an ephemera packet from an artist's studio! They are like little artworks.

JUNCTURE is the culmination of years of hard work perfecting our skills as artists, as well as our ability to think critically and conceptually about our work. We look forward to seeing you at the show and are so grateful for your support. You can learn more about our show and our work by visiting our blog!

It snowed in Portland!!
It's pretty rare that it sticks around anymore, so we went for a little adventure before the inevitable freezing rain came last night.

The other day, as I was frantically shuffling application papers around for an exhibition, I realized something.
I was reflecting on this notion of withheld words, and barriers, and it occurred to me that this idea has been a part of my work for years.