Fancy That

My parents are in town for the weekend.

Hooplah.

Loop It Up

With an art history test behind me and a beautiful day before me, I decided to check out the Loop It Up program at the YMCA. Today and for the rest of the year, I will be helping various ages of kids make things-whether it is coloring their homes, making ice cream sundaes, making quilts, knitting, or drawing architectural plans. A fibers major, Molly Lieberman, who i met a couple weeks ago, started this program three years ago. Today, the classes are as full as they can be with two more classes opening. Some of these kids have never had the opportunity to do something more artistic than color with a regular pencil.

Today we drew homes and it was hilarious and fun to see what these kids came up- some crumbled their papers, other kids hit each other, and some depicted their families in octopus form and with mustaches.

As for the rest of day, it is beautiful outside! I solid 75 in Savannah right now. I am going to take my sketchbook to Forsyth and layout. First Burn Of 2011 HERE I COME!!!!!!

Non te fugiunt, omnia me sequuntur

"They do not flee from you, Caesar, They follow me"

Thanks Mary

Road Trip to...the Smallest Church in America

On our way to Jacksonville to see Hundredth's concert for the second time, we decided to take a detour to the smallest church in america. We thought we had passed it, not knowing how small "smallest" is. After about seven minutes, we look to the left and find the quaintest church. It was built by Mrs. Agnes Harper long ago and deeded to Jesus Christ. There are about six seats in it. Complete with stained glass, pews, a pulpit.... who wouldn't want their wedding ceremony here?!? right?! (just kidding. I would not).

After a few minutes of driving, a pit stop was inevitable. Look what I found in my stall. It cracked me up. I entered the gas station with fear in my eye and left with a warm fuzzy feeling. This is so ridiculous. Sadly, I accidentally erased the notes that said "You are Beautiful" in them. HAHAHA

We finally made it to Jacksonville, passing the free orange juice stand by >:(. We had the opportunity to eat some Chipotle, go to the beach, go to the concert and then head back to Savannah. The beach pictures will be put up later. They are pretty funny.

The Dancer

And then the Dancer danced no more,

The music played as it had before,
But now the Dancer danced no more.
“We’ll change the tune,” the Fiddler said,
“And then she’ll dance as she is led.”
But nay, the dancer stood stock still,
No longer swayed by the Music’s will.
“Let’s hasten the beat to acid rock,
And then that old Dancer will have to take stock.”
“We’ll add some soul to wail and cry
And with it an “amp” to electrify.”
“Ha, ha, no good Dancer could resist.”
But the Dancer stood without a twist
“Another trick we’ll try”, said they,
“And then that old Dancer will start to sway.”
They cannot see what the Dancer can see,
A distant drum has set her free,
Another light shines through the door,
Another light shines through the door,

For them, the Dancer will dance no more.

-an original poem by Reba Crain Abbott

one of my grandmother's friends who recently passed away

Vivian Maier

Stumbled upon this blog the other day and was enamored with all of the photographs. Vivian Maier, a nanny born in France and raised in New York, took thousands upon thousands of photos during her time in Chicago in the 60s and 70s. A man, John Maloof, found the undiscovered photographs shortly after she died. She took about 100,000 photos and there are about 30,000 still undeveloped. They are beautiful.

Mordecai

Named after Mordecai from The Royal Tenenbaums (the figure seen on the right), Mordecai, my dearest beloved cup holder, FINALLY got a facebook. After going back and forth on whether he wanted to join the cyber world or keep it old school, he decided to brave the cyber world. Let us help him feel welcome. I only hope you have gotten the chance to meet him.

Here It Comes

Hello February

live water heals memories. i look up the creek and here it comes, the future, being borne aloft as on a winding succession of laden trays. you may wake and look for the window and breathe the real air, and say, with satisfaction or with longing, “this is it.” but if you look up the creek, if you look up the creek in any weather, your spirit fills, and you are saying, with an exulting rise of the lungs, “here it comes!"

-annie dillard