Sometimes the Store is Dead or Catching Up on the Blog

As I prepare to write this post, I notice I'm sitting in a completely empty store.  A few people have wandered in and out, but no one remains.  It's a beautiful day outside...the type of day that when I look out the door, I sort of get that emotional high feeling that I got when I was at Balboa Park.  I got a cheese danish and iced coffee (with vanilla shots) from Rebecca's across the street to start my Friday.  The sounds of Andrew Bird play over my iPod.  The past two days were Madeline Peyroux days, so I thought a change was in order.  No iPhone or wifi to use Pandora on my iTouch...oh well.

The Summer Walkabout in South Park was a great success.  I had a blast, even though I was stuck at the desk all evening.  Erich and Jack came to visit me while I was working.  That was a nice surprise.  The theme was Summer of Love and so I had a lot of fun dressing up like a little Flower Child.

My travels home are on my mind.  Pretty soon I'll have to start packing my things for the drive home.  It's going to be truly bittersweet.  I'm going to really miss my new friends and my new surroundings.  My head is almost in a place where I can start thinking about going home and moving into my new apartment and starting school again.  Senior  I can remember being a freshman at Benedictine College thinking that my final year of college was so far off...and now here it is!

I wanted to go back to the Self-Realization Fellowship Gardens last Monday to do some watercolor painting, but they were closed.  I was rather bummed.  I haven't gotten to use my travel watercolor set that I received for Christmas yet.  I feel like I've neglected it.  I thought about then going to the Quail Botanical Garden (Or San Diego Botanical Gardens as the website says), but I think I was just so miffed about the other garden being closed that I didn't feel very much like paying $12 to enter.  I think I was just overall not having a very good day and needed a nap instead.  Hopefully before I leave I can get some painting done.

Before I leave, we're going to take pictures of all the sample work I've done for the store.  That way I can update my portfolios.  When I return home, I plan to take pictures of all my work from last semester since I haven't been able to do that yet.

I'm planning on creating a Facebook Page for myself as an artist.  By planning, I mean I've already created it, it just needs pictures.  That will be my next online project.


Happy weekend!

Writing Prompt: The Music in my Head

Music is everywhere.  It's playing in restaurants, stores, in the car...almost everywhere we go there is music.  Even while observing people on campus one notices that most have earbuds in or headphones on, music piping into their heads.  What are they blocking out?   I used to do that as a teenager.  I'd want to block out people talking in the car, my brother yapping on and annoying me, or just for some noise to get me through whatever was going on.  But now, I haven't really listened to music unless I'm working in the studio (even then, it's usually podcasts) or if I'm in the car.  Part of me does wish I listened to music more, but the other part of me wants to be alert to everything going on around me, who is talking to me when, nature sounds and the like.  (Honestly, part of it is that my music library is somewhat unorganized and when I have the chance I would like to organize it better so that I can listen to music without skipping songs so much.) I had the motivation to begin writing this post as I was on Skype with my (boy)friend and he was listening to music as he was writing a paper.  He was listening to The Follow Through by Blue October off of their new album, Any Man in America.  Now, Blue October is one of my most favorite bands (I saw them twice this past year alone).  Maybe it's because their songs evoke certain emotions in me.  After all, I've turned to their music through relationships, heartaches, depression, name it.  It lead me to think about how art can do the same thing.  It can make you uncomfortable, comforted, happy, sad, etc.  Music is art in its own right, of course.  As I'm thinking about all this in my writing, how interesting would it be to take a band, their albums, and make art based off of the music.  I know people do it all the time for drawings and paintings...but what about Fiber Art?

With that thought, I'll leave you with a bit of Blue October.