Final Exam

whoa. where to begin. mind is swimming, as usual. would prefer to hash it out in my spiral journal first, but don't feel like dashing outside in my jammies to retrieve said journal from the car where I left it. I bring that thing along with me a lot, see, in case the mood hits me, and sometimes it gets left behind. the journal, that is. and sometimes the mood, too.

anyhow. I am so random! so like prince sings in his epic 1999, "I was dreaming when I wrote this, so forgive me if it goes astray..." that's me, random, astray, distracted. And sort of already in a dreamlike state, so tired. so here goes.

Last class tonight. In lieu of a final exam, we finished our time with a small artsy assignment, to finish the phrase, "hello my name is..." by using words or images to describe where we have come as a result of the journey of this course we've taken together. So here's my little piece, which will NOT be stuck to the fridge with magnets, thank you very much...

drumroll, please....

Ta-da!! First of all, NOooooo, that is not a woman in a blue shower cap with her head jammed inside of a watermelon. I drew this in 5 minutes and was NOT creating my portfolio for the Atlanta School of Design, so let's get past that, or is that just my shame talking? hmm. ok. start again. i can do this.

This picture symbolizes where I am right now. I am still inside a dark tunnel, a darkness that surrounds me on both sides. It's been a series of difficult steps to get to where I am, to this current darkness, where I'm in too far to even see the fading fluorescent fake lights behind me, and not far along enough to see the brilliant natural light at the other end of this thing. My mouth is still covered. I am still unable to speak, unable to tell my story yet. But my eyes are up, I am hopeful, my hands are reaching, too. I know in my heart, I have faith, that there is green grass, a blue sky, and a beautiful bright sun out there. Just can't see them with my eyes yet. Don't know how long this tunnel is, but each step is making me stronger. and I'm not dead yet, so I guess it's true, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

I've got more to say, more to muddle through. But some must wait till tomorrow. just too tired.

goodnight, aufweiderzehn, buenes noches, beans and nachos? guten nacht, tschuss!

zzzzzzzz. tempted to throw up another sleeping selfie here but....nah.

 

 

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