When people fail at expressing themselves and I have no clue what they’re thinking…
pisses me off more than anything. UGHHHHHH
It’s crazy…
how fast time passes by. Looking at the gazillion prom pictures that people post is making me feel all nostalgic. The craziness of figuring out the “perfect” dress, the shoes, makeup, etc and all the technical tidbits of where to capture the moment. From the drama to the “heartfelt moments,” I can’t help but get all fuzzy inside and laugh a bit at my last two memorable proms with all the jazz.
And with less than a month of my first year of college, I’m excited to see what this Spring formal I got invited to will be like and getting all dolled up all over again ;)
(whoever you are that’s reading, I get super giddy it seems at these types of events!)
Be patient with me, very patient. Half of the time, I don’t know what I’m doing until I’m in the middle of it. I over think, over analyze, but I’m an open book at the same time. I’m a big ball of contradiction, sometimes unable to even think. I get lost in my life…
Thoughts Not Words is another project for an Artist Books class at MICA. It is a coptic stitch book with envelopes as pages. Each page is addressed to someone in the authors life, but not by name. Inside there are small notes of thoughts that the author meant say to someone at some point, but either didn’t have the courage or didn’t feel it was the right time.
I LOVE THIS. Must find time to make this
