Done. Done. and. Done… So. Glad. But. Also. So. Sad.

I cannot believe yesterday was our last critique EVER in Art 160.  Sad day…

Our class did a fantastic job with their self-portraits.  I have to say that I have played witness to everyone’s personal growth throughout the semester.  I may have not been able to say what I wanted to during critiques, but I will say that when I delivered my photography project presentation yesterday, I felt much more calm and confident discussing my photographs.  I usually over-prepare, talk too much, and end up reading what I typed out.  This time, I came into class with notes but I actually didn’t end up using them (or I only used them to make sure I had covered everything about those photographs before moving on to the next slide).  I owe that sense of confidence to this class.  I’m serious… it may sound silly to some but I feel like I’ve overcome so many fears by taking this class.  I think most in our class have.  And our self-portraits are a great testament to our growth.  The very first day of class, Nell told us how this class would become a community.  This scared me because I’m ten years older than most in our class and I tend to be very reserved.  But I came out of my shell and really grew to respect and enjoy each of my classmates and what they brought to the class.

Final Critique of Our Self-Portraits:

So… this final critique wasn’t as nerve racking as the others have been.  Perhaps this is because I finally feel comfortable in this classroom (and it’s the end 😦 ).  I loved this project the best because I think most were unsure if they could do it or not.  Nell told us if we spent a lot of time on it, we were pretty much guaranteed results.  I probably spent as about 26 hours or so on mine and I could have spent more time on it.  There are things I’m still not satisfied with.  I know I need to blend my cheeks in more.  I came to the studio on Thursday and worked for three hours, but I didn’t blog about it because I did not like the state of my self-portrait at this moment.  I had to present my photography project right before this critique and ended up only having about 30 minutes to work on it before class. 

What I loved most about this project is that it forced me to think differently than I am used to.  I’m used to drawing in a more linear style and erasing forced us to look at what we were seeing, rather than symbolizing.  Every time I found myself not looking in the mirror while erasing, either Nell would tell me she didn’t believe me (or something looked “forced”) or it would look completely flat.   Erasing our faces was similar to the blind contour drawings because you couldn’t control the lines you were making… you had to let your eye reveal significance and reveal values in relation to one another.  My cheeks still look flat and I wish I had more time to work on them.  I also think my nose looks rather falsely rectangular if I must say so.  Ahh the things you notice in critiques that you wish you could fix… Oh, well.  I’m still proud of mine, but I’m going to have to do some more work on it before I hang it on my wall.

One of the main things students wished had been a part of this project was more peer discussion.  I agreed because I’m kinda shy and was scared to ask people for help most times.  If I had been forced to do this, it probably would have helped me see more clearly.  Nell also agreed and said that “discussion helps with the void;” meaning, having someone respond to your work helps you get unstuck from whatever you are struggling with.  It was cool to see everyone’s style come to life through these self-portraits.  There were some that were not as realistic as others, but the style in which they were rendered really brought out their spirits.  Anahita’s, for instance, was fabulous because it was all these chunky line marks that really angled her jawbone and highlighted her features.  On her blog she was cracking me up with her comments about how embarrassed she was because she couldn’t’ figure out how to render her nose at first.  Welp, I say she succeeded!  I loved it!  Rose’s was also so different because she had been forced to wear a mask due to her charcoal dust allergy.  I loved her sense of humor throughout the whole process and she should be proud because it’s awesome.  I also loved Kristein’s because it looked so much like her!  I watched hers evolve over the past few weeks and I was so amazed with what she was doing with her face.  They were all so different.  My favorite was Latashia’s and I wish that she had been there to know how everyone felt about her work.  Her nose popped out from that page like it was three-dimensional.  It was fantastic!!  You can see everyone’s self-portraits below in the slideshow.  And I think every single one resembles the student that drew it.

The comments that were made about mine were that they loved the contrasts of light and dark.  Somebody also said they loved how white it became and how many tones of whiteness ended up being in my rendering.  I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to add my eyes at the top because, at least to me, it makes me look like I’m stoned or something.  Or maybe even like my eyes are rolling back into my head.  But that is only because of the way they were cropped in order to fit on the page.  Haha.  Nell said, however, that she was glad I decided to render my eyes because it made my face even more fleshy looking.  Cee Cee also said I made my drawing appear like it was in color.  I thought that was a really cool comment. 🙂

The state I left my self-portrait in the day before the critique 🙂

For the last part of the critique, we had to each say one thing we didn’t like about our drawings.  I could have said 5 million different things (yes five million, you heard right) but I said I didn’t like the area under my eyes.  Nell looked at me like I was crazy.  Haha.  She said that part was great and she disagreed but that the pocket on my nose needed some work because the dark shadow made it look like it was receding.  I couldn’t agree more because the shadows on my nose were the areas I was working on right before the critique.  I knew they didn’t look right but didn’t have time (nor energy) to fix it.  I was also struggling with that and it was one of those moments I wish Nell could have been floating around the room… but I feel like I know how to fix it now… or at least how to begin.  This class has been my favorite class at Agnes so far.  I’m glad I majored in art history because I feel like it has helped me understand art on a higher level but I wish i had taken this class much sooner.  I do, however, intend on taking Nell’s advice to attend courses at Georgia State and continue my education within the studio art world.  I was sad to leave class yesterday.  I think we should have had a party or something… but the critique was great also 🙂

Signing off for now… it has been a fantastic semester.  Hope you don’t mind getting emails from me now and again, Nell!  Ha!  Oh, and this class definitely enhanced the art history major and made me incredibly more comfortable talking in class about art.  I feel like I’m being less superficial because I know more about the process!  I wish every student in this class the best of luck in the future and please befriend me on facebook!! (I’m Polly Nance on facebook in case you get confused and can’t find me 🙂 )

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Felt Like a Nice Day for a Visit to the Georgia State Art Gallery…

So since I haven’t really had a chance to review an off-campus exhibit, I decided to go with my husband and view Georgia State University’s art gallery.  My husband has been dying see it as well because I’ve convinced him to take a studio art course to fulfill his fine arts requirement this May.  I may consider going to Georgia State myself to pursue a masters in studio art, which additionally helped motivate me to make a journey downtown.  I was amazed at the student artwork that was being produced at an undergraduate level.  I never knew how great the art department would be at Georgia State, but so far I’ve been impressed.  I wandered around and took photographs of everything I saw that intrigued me (which was a lot).

There was a great diversity in mediums being utilized and I loved how they hung the work simplistically, with only a scotch tape name/title beside it.  There was also no accompanying wall text, which is sometimes frustrating if you don’t understand art, but it can also make the viewer think more for themselves.  I especially loved all the photography works I saw because I feel like I’ve learned so much about photography this semester, and it is a medium I wish to continue working in.  I loved how there was also film incorporated into the exhibition, which added to the exhibit’s overall diversity.  I posted a slideshow below of some photographs I took while viewing this exhibition.  If you are reading this, I encourage you to go view this gallery as well.  I included photographs of the artists and titles before certain works, but there are some I didn’t catch but they are mainly at the end.  I was making so many connections to what we’ve been learning in this class and with what I’ve been learning throughout my art history courses.  It was cool to see how another college was producing student artwork.

Had to post a photo of this because it was so Katie’s composition for one of her words in the antonym project 🙂

I also enjoyed watching my son view this show because it reminded me of My Sweet Sweet at Agnes.  There was no S&M community being displayed through photographs, but there was a lot of nudity and violence in some of the pieces.  I don’t sensor my child from art, so I enjoyed watching him react.  Of course, I had a lot of explaining to do but he doesn’t understand much at this age anyways.  He was more interested in the “mean dudes” or “bad guys” he saw in works than the nudity.  Overall, I was highly impressed and spent a lot of time in there.  It was hard place to leave.

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Fat Face Syndrome and My Last Day with Nell as a Professor

This is where I started class... fat face Pollys

I’m just going to make this post short and sweet because I have a big photography project and paper due soon.  Today, I achieved a lot more than I expected and I found it extremely gratifying to see an almost complete result.  This project is tedious and is not for the lazy of heart.  It requires patience and listening skills… seriously if you were to take notes on all Nell explains, you would be very wise you in your self-portrait skills.  It builds off of the skills we learned through our chair and still-life renderings.  We are looking for shapes but this time there is no such thing as linear.  Linear say wha?  Yep, no drawing outlines.  Only edges of color values that reveal dimension and depth.  I have never even heard of erasing to create, but I’m loving it.  I have a lot to work on still in terms of blending but I’m slowly progressing upwards to finishing my self-portrait.  This kind of makes me sad.  I don’t want to quit drawing or creating and I want to expand my knowledge of conceptual art and visual thinking.  Can you tell, today was our last class.  Sniffle, sniffle…. 

Trying to correct shadows under my chin... too dark... Nell caught me red-handed with improvisational cheating skills

Anyways, I walked into the studio today knowing my chin was making my face appear fat.  I worked on this some and my nose as well, but I mostly tried to blend my chin so that the skin tone was more “fleshy” in nature.  I was relieved when class began because I was dying to ask Nell for advice.  She said I had a case of “fat face” (lol) since the whole form of my chin wouldn’t be able to be seen on my page.  I didn’t want to look fat faced (I’ve worked very hard since two pregnancies to not look so… haha jk) so I listened to Nell and tried to pinpoint the exact length of the highlights, etc.  Nell checked my measurements which made me nervous, but for some odd reason my proportions were on point.  Yay me!  I’m not going blind after all.  However, I’m glad Rose turned off the overhead light above our working space because I didn’t realize how much it was throwing my vision off.  Kind of like looking at an LCD screen… my eyes see too much and can’t handle all the stimulation!  I just love this class… it is a challenge that has brought my shy self out of its skin and delivered it from regret.  

I cannot imagine cutting government funding from arts because art is NOT available (materials cost$) for underprivileged kids but, if those kids are taught by Nell Ruby, they will be able to understand their ability to control their hands; they will be able to realize they have a voice; they will be instilled with confidence and, therefore, ability to see beyond standards and stereotypes.  Ha I sound like a minister but seriously, folks.  Art is always essential to a society, whether rich or poor.  Art has the ability to transform ideas into profit for a community.  And it doesn’t necessarily take expensive materials… if a teacher teaches a child to use whatever is in their environment (trash… cardboard… whatever), there is always a way to create.  Archeologists discovered cave paintings after all… do you think they had expensive oil paints?  I rant and digress, but I’ve learned a lot through this class and through Nell and as a former education major, I am saddened by the art cuts being made across our country, starting first in the less privileged communities.

Anyways, I’m not going to be able to fit my eyes on my self-portrait page and I have now bought 5 gummy erasers in total.  I am determined to learn how to render my eyes before Friday… let’s see if I can stand up to this challenge.  I just don’t want to leave this class without completing my eyes… It’s what I’ve been looking forward to.  Eyes are the window to the soul, after all, and therefore, my rendering might not have a soul. 😉

SIDE NOTE: My mother told me I look like my grandmother.  Haha just another reason I love this project.  I can see my bloodline, and I somehow learned the skills to age myself.  Only kidding, but I do see my grandmother in the wrinkly parts that haven’t been smoothed in yet and it kind of creeps me out.  But also makes me happy.  Perhaps I’ll post a pic of my grandmother and you shall see.  Perhaps not 😉

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From Black to White & No Room for Eye Sockets

I came by the studio today and worked from 4 until 6:30.  I would have loved to stay longer but the sun was starting to go down, leaving me with less light to work with.  I also need to go by an art store tomorrow and buy about 3 more gummy erasers because mine are all completely black again.  Initially, I smeared so much charcoal dust on my page so that it would be as black as I could get it and, since I’m very white, I have had to basically erase all of it. 🙂  I’m almost done erasing all the black charcoal though…

This weekend, I thought I was going to be able to work on my self-portrait on Saturday as well.  However, I ended up not being able to.  I think I accomplished a lot today though but I know I still have more to work on.  I started off blending my chin in more and making my shape smudges appear more like skin.  I was having the same trouble as I was having yesterday: my chin is at the bottom of the page and I’ve been propping it up on my leg and holding it steady with my other hand while I draw.  Not sure I can do anything about this, but I thought I’d whine a bit before I got over it.  I thought my chin looked alright when I left but I’m not sure about the proportion.  In this photograph, my chin looks too fat and I’m not sure if I scaled it too big in comparison to my nose and mouth.  I can’t tell if it is the angle of the photograph or really my drawing, so I might have to fix that a bit when I return in the morning.  I need to figure out my string!  Additionally, I’m finding it difficult to take a good photograph of my drawing.  I think it looks better in person because it glows more.  Anyways, I can move on now.

I next moved on to erasing more of my nose.  I walked into the studio today having told myself not to touch my lips because I don’t want to overwork them.  This is when my obsessive self gets me into trouble.  If I spend too much time trying to make an area look perfect, I will never move on and I will often make things look worse.  And so, I proceeded to erasing more of my nose and I started getting confused.  I couldn’t tell if my eyes had started to cross because I hadn’t taken much of a break or if my contacts were just getting really dry.  I need to remember to bring those rewetting drops tomorrow.  As I was working on my nose, I started becoming more and more angry at my eraser and this is where I stopped.  It was too black to erase any bright whites, so I couldn’t create anymore detail.  I used it to erase the left side of my face and that is when I wasn’t sure if my eyes were going to fit on the page.  UGGGGGHHHHHH.  Oh well.  I need to double check this tomorrow and make sure but, as of now, I think I’m going to need more paper if I want my self-portrait self to be able to see.  Until tomorrow… goodnight.

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I Have More Lips than I Thought…. Yayyyy

I discovered today that I actually have some lips!  I’ve always thought there wasn’t much lips there (and myabe not compared to mosts) on my face, but apparently I have enough to draw.  That makes me happy.

A Long Neck Gummy

I left class on Wednesday rather frustrated at not accomplishing very much… and actually I created more work for myself by working on my self-portrait without much sleep.  Sheeeeshers.  And so, today I set out for Agnes determined to work really hard for a couple of hours in order make up for Wednesday.  I worked from about 11 until 1.  I looked in the mirror (and used my string… although, I will say, I was reading Meghan’s blog yesterday and I’m having the same problem as her… my hands are getting in the way of my nose.  I feel pretty stupid but I don’t really understand how to use my string and look in a mirror.  Perhaps I just don’t have the mirrored string coordination skillz).  I used my thumb instead and tried to match it.  This is when I wish Nell would be floating around the studio space like she does in class.  I didn’t want to have to redo it again after I’ve moved on to the lips.  I stepped back and I stepped back and I stepped back, time after time after time after time, and hoped I was seeing correctly.  I have a crossed eye that is corrected with contacts and glasses but sometimes, if I stare intensely at something too long, it makes my eye cross and throws my vision off (depending on which eye I’m letting dominate my vision).

Anyways, I liked how I was progressing so I moved on to my lips.  Like I mentioned above, I didn’t think I really had any lips.  I’m pretty sure I have more lips than Kenneth Branagh, but compared to Angelina Jolie they are paper thin.  I loved exploring my lips (haha that sounds wrong) because it reminded me so much of our blind contour drawings.  I had troubling forming shapes because it was all so tiny and complex, so I let my eyes lead my hand instead.  And let me just tell you, I felt much freer after blindly drawing.  I am too much of a control freak sometimes… I’m glad I was taught this blind contour business.

After erasing my lips, I moved below them and onto erasing my chin.  I know I still have a lot to work on in regards to my chin.  I found this area a struggle because I had reached the bottom of my page.  I lifted my drawing board out of its slot and tried to work with it like that (propped up still).  It’s getting there, but I plan on coming in tomorrow, Sunday, and Monday before class to work more.  I know I have a lot more blending to do as well… too many gestural strokes.  Not gonna lie, it kinda freaks me out to see my face giant sized on a page staring at me.  At the moment, it looks like my eyes are located off the page and are crying black charcoal dust.  Perhaps that’s how I feel.  I look so tense and serious!! Haha. 🙂

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Day 3 and I’ve Drawn Michael Jackson’s Nose

Ok… so where to begin about yesterday’s class.  I want to start by saying how I felt walking into the studio to work on my self-portrait yesterday.  I felt like a cracked out zombie.  Yes, you heard me correctly.  I was attempting to function off three nights of hardly any sleep.  I’ve been told you are legally considered insane if you haven’t slept in three days or something, but I had a couple hours each night so maybe I hadn’t reached the insane state just yet.  But my brain was working very slowly…

Like I mentioned, I arrived at the studio two hours before class.  I didn’t end up accomplishing that much because my brain wasn’t processing thing so well and my two good friends were coming to see our gallery.  However, I did work strong for about an hour, but looking back I probably should have not worked on my self-portrait at all.

By     the ime lass began, I had lengthened the area under my nose and worked more on the shadow falling below my nose and across my cheek.  Looking back at my photos two nights ago and studying my face every time I looked in the mirror, I thought that part needed to be longer.  After an hour of working more on this in class, Nell told me I might have made that part too long.  Say what?  At that point, I grew extremely frustrated because I thought I had been seeing correctly.  Nell asked if I had been using my string and I said no; I was making measurements in my head… I wasn’t trying to be rebellious, but I just don’t always understand my string.  My eyes measure things and then I make comparisons between shapes in order to achieve the right proportions.  Perhaps I still need my string after all.  Nell told me to look in the mirror and use my string to find the proportion of my nose in comparison to the area below my nose.

And so, as I began doing this, I developed a terrible migraine.  Before realizing a migraine was developing, I started seeing everything blurred and in doubles.  I was thinking to myself, “Is it really that hard to use your string and find one simple measurement?”  But then the pain set in and bright lights are the worst when you are dealing with a migraine.  Let me tell you that an art studio with 18 spotlights angled around the room in combination with the architectural design of Dana which allows an incredible amount of light to filter through the windows, is the worst place to be with a migraine.  I couldn’t see and I tried to work on my drawing, but every time I looked at it, that bright light was in my eyes and my face began to sway in motion on my page.  I felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom about three times.  This is the point where I started to feel like a fool.  I kept hoping it would go away but, when it didn’t, I was forced to put my head into hands in an attempt to block out the most amount of light.  Thank god Nell called for a critique at this point, but I still felt like a fool.  There is nothing worse than feeling absolutely miserable in an environment you normally love.  Well, except maybe labor.

At this point, I sat on the floor in a ball with my head between my knees.  Just so you know, I was listening to everything that was being said even though I was appearing rude.  I was, however, amazed at how far everyone’s self-portraits have progressed since we started this project and I wish I could have stared more at them.  We then went back downstairs and this is where things got fuzzy.  Nell told us to work for 30 more minutes and then we could leave.  She came over to me and asked if I had changed anything.  I’m sure she was really thinking, what is wrong you with honey child.  I started to speak but nothing was coming out right and Nell told me I looked like I was about to fall over.  I knew she was talking to me but I had no idea what she said when she moved on to help the next student.  As I sat there confused, I called out to Nell to repeat what she had just told me.  Basically, I think I need to spend a lot of hours outside class working on this before Monday.  I wish I was further along than I am right but I know how slowly I work sometimes.  I need to remeasure (and get lots of sleep and drink plenty of water before staring at my face) the width of my nose with my string and compare it to the area below my nose.  I was also told the shadow I had been working on looked like a crater… pretty.  I also don’t remember everything Nell said about how to render our eyes.  I’m worthless.  Long story short (ha too late for that), I didn’t really accomplish very much and I’m rather frustrated.  I think my nose resembles Michael Jackson’s at the moment, but I intend to correct that!!!

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Nostalgic and Productive Procrastination

I want to give you a visual of my enhanced visual thinking and learning skills I’ve visually developed through this visual thinking class.  I feel as if everything I do creatively is a reflection of knowledge I’ve gained from this class.  I am also connecting these thoughts to my history of photography class because I have found myself visually evolving and visually expanding my abilities to render an expression through a photograph.  I took these photographs at my cousin’s weddding this past weekend.  Social engagements generate tremendous amounts of nervous energy in me, since I am rather shy and socially awkward at first.  Not sure the socially awkward part will ever go away, but my shyness does the more comfortable I become with myself.  Anyways, I found myself experimenting with my camera at my cousin’s wedding in response to my anxiety.  I like to get lost in the moment of photographing particular moments.

This photograph is on the drive to this country club, which was a rustic, yet prestigious, interpretation of a traditional cabin.  It was absolutely gorgeous and I found myself in awe of the wood-panneled walls I was surrounded by.  On the drive over, my dad was blazing through trees on the dirt roads leading to the clubhouse.  I was so frustrated because I wanted to photograph the incredibly gorgeous nature I was witnessing, but my dad was driving so fast I could hardly take a photograph.  Seriously, I fell over a couple of times while I was intensely involved with my camera.   I decided, none the less, to work with this experience of what I was visually experiencing.  

I love taking photographs in the car because you get incredible reflections from the glass windows and, most of the time, my crap camera captures a car’s movement accurately.  I love the blurs created by a slow shutter speed click.  I literally just clicked and clicked and clicked.  Some were terrible, and I some I enjoyed.  I conduct these experiments because I like to experiment for my photography project.  I have grown incredibly attached to the photographic medium; a medium I used to be skeptical of due to the lack of talent I feel it takes to snap a machine-operated photograph.  I was stupid to be skeptical because photography can be so much more.  It is most definitely a creative activity because it invites viewers in to observe its representational translations of the real.  I’m over the photographic theory of photographs being fraudulent because there is something deeply personal about how a person constructs their photographic compositions.  I find myself reflected in every photograph because I’m trying to create the conceptual within a standardized process.

Anyways, through the PBS documentary we watched in class and also the readings I’ve read for Art 325, I tried to juxtapose these vanishing/fleeting moments of our car ride to the rehearsal dinner with a little Sally Mann.  I love how she tea tones many of her images for that manipulation creates a vintage ambiance in each of her compositions.  I also love how her photographs of the land (go look at the one in the library if you haven’t seen it… and stare at it for 10 minutes while you sit at a computer… it will make you think more than you thought you would when you first glance at it) hauntingly glow, creating great contrast between lights and darks.  While conducting this photography project and, after writing a paper about Agnes’ Sally Mann photograph in the library, I am dying to learn her process.  I know it is probably way too expensive and too difficult a process to learn, but I’m absolutely drawn to her use of a historical photographic method to create a historical conversation throughout her images of land.  I want to drive around with my chemicals and set up my really awesome vintage camera and pour silver nitrate and ethanol on my glass lens.  Ha. I can dream!  Collodian it is my friends.  At least, I think that’s right.  I have an absolutely ridiculous memory, but I fall to remember important details sometimes.  Just call me the absent minded student.  I want to find cracked and scratched lenses just as she does… but use that process with my own ideas and style.  But for now, I tried to tone my photographs the same way.

As you may recall, I came up with my photographic composition for cohesive by accident.  I originally wanted to photograph the green inside part of a flower.  But I decided to be open to experimentation and so, I ended up standing underneath a giant bush and photographing what I believe to be unique viewings of that hydrangea bush.  Just as I rendered a beautiful moment I experienced with that bush in multiple still frames, so did I also try to capture unique viewings of this rehearsal dinner.  There was this incredible plant arrangement on this central table, when you first walked through the front door, so I photographed my uncle Tommie welcoming all the guests to the rehearsal dinner and wedding weekend.  I was finding myself a tad overcome with emotion since I miss my grandfather so much, and I know he’d be incredibly pleased and proud that my cousin Thomas got married to my grandparent’s best friends’ granddaughter.  I love that and I miss him.  And I find a photograph to be a great way to forward on and create beauty and theraputically construct bliss at a social event, such as this wedding.

The next day, we went to my Aunt Virginia’s pond house for the groomsmen’s luncheon.  My parents were hosting this shindig and my mother urged me to tag along.  My Aunt Virginia lives on an incredible piece of property.  We gather at this pond house every Christmas for a family reunion and Christmas Day dinner.  My grandfather was very family-oriented and would have done anything to help out his grandchildren in order to keep his family close.  I miss him so much right now because, for awhile I was going through a difficult time in my life, and he was the one who instilled confidence in me.  He told me that if I were to do one thing for him before he passes, it should be to graduate college.  Welp, now I am here and he is not.  But I know he’d be proud.  He was the one person in my life who pushed me to gain confidence in myself and to continue with art because, as he once stated, “I’m serious, Pickle.  You are really good at this stuff.”  He would print out any photograph of my artwork I would send him, even if it was me and my friends smoking out of a hookah.  Not sure he even knew what a hookah was but he was still so proud of me and showed that drawing to everyone.  This day is finally here and everything I’ve learned at Agnes, in addition to my experiences in life, seem has pointed me towards this goal.  Therefore, since I’ve been extra-emotional these past few weeks, I began feeling a similar sense of nostalgia as I walked around with my children last Saturday around this beautiful property. 

The Christmas family reunion is always at night, so I mostly view Aunt Virginia’s pond house and land at night.  It’s been awhile since I’ve basked in its beauty with the sunlight on my back.  She has this gorgeous weeping willow tree that was blowing in the breeze while I was watching my cousin Stephen teach my son Rush to fish.  These photographs are from that day.

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