Hurtin'

Somehow, I need a complete overhaul on my finances.

In that vein, I am having a big ol' sale at Zucchini and Co.

Stop by and check it out! All the cards are at super-low prices, and if you mention the blog, you will get some bonus items!

What could be better than that?!

Gallery 125 Opening

I have never gone to an opening like this before. Been to other people's but not my own. Except in college. This wasn't my show, of course, but being a part of it I had to wear a nametag, shake hands with people and such!




The ceramic piece in the center there was one of my most favorites. There were a few other photographs (the show may have been 75% photography?) that I really liked, too. And I don't usually like photo! Rather, not that I don't like it, I just don't understand it as much. Plus it's not my forte.
Look, though, there were a lot of people there! On a downpouring Friday night in downtown Trenton. I was impressed. I had to include the crazy picture of me that Dave took. He just cracked up laughing at it. I am so unphotogenic!

Mmmm. Cooking.

So I have a day off today. I am being very productive, and also very domestic. After cleaning my kitchen thoroughly, I decided I wanted to cook [and make a mess of it]. So I made my dad's meatballs and tomato sauce. Of course I can't help myself, and I think that it tastes pretty awesome thus far. Only a few more hours of simmering left.

The grills

I miss my family today. Because it's rainy and I didn't really talk to anyone all day. I made a little sketch of my sisters and my mom. They're so cute.

Gallery 125

I'm hella excited about this show in Trenton... I have 2 pieces in the show, even made it on the advertising, and plan to go to the opening! If you're around, please stop in and check it out!

Gallery 125, at the corner of Warren and W. Lafayette, across from the Marriott in downtown Trenton

Just 20 minutes from Mt. Holly!

First Day of School.

I don't like change. I always cry a little on the first day. It may be out of nervousness or maybe a little dread, maybe just being tired from getting up hours earlier than I have in months.

But I am reading this book, The Courage To Teach, by Parker J. Palmer, and he seems to be speaking straight to me, and those first-day tears.

Parker writes: "Unlike many professions, teaching is always done at the dangerous intersection of personal and public life. [...] a good teacher must stand where personal and public meet, dealing with the thundering flow of traffic at an intersection where 'weaving a web of connectedness' feels more like crossing a freeway on foot. As we try to connect ourselves and our subjects with our students, we make ourselves, as well as our subjects, vulnerable to indifference, judgement, ridicule." (p.17)

I always want to have the answers. The right answers. I want to be able to explain art. And when I explain art, not have a student writing a note or dozing off. Isn't that the vulnerability? Am I so dull? Is art so dull? Why am I unable to make the connection between the passion that I feel for art communicate to an audience of adolescents? And Parker makes the case that it is about knowing one's self, enough to survive that vulnerability, to live with and through it, and have that insecurity be something that helps you grow. And he doesn't speak of growing as a teacher; rather, one must grow as an individual in order to grow as a teacher.

It's very interesting. Makes me think quite a bit about what I am doing. And it makes me cry a little.