but Friday,
I'm here, and you're here,
and I love you.

Friday, you saved me
(although I must admit,
I am leaving you shortly
for Saturday).



My pages tend to be thematic -- there’s always a message or a central emotion that I am trying to capture. I don’t really plan my pages in some kind of scholarly fashion, designing them to have some kind of symbolic resonance, but they usually end up working out that way. Maybe as an English teacher, I’m just programmed to think in layers of meaning. To that end, I find that I can’t just grab a product and use it -- there needs to be a purpose for it, a reason for including it on that particular page. I suppose my style can best be described as a form of convergence, pulling together “telling” bits and pieces until they click for me, until they all say what I want them to say.
...reading: 

I walked through the gallery with staggering steps at times, an uncertain dancer, two careful steps forward, one tentative step back, head tilted, eyes questioning. I wanted to take it all in, take it all with me. There are two prints/sketches by Le Corbusier ("Abstraction") and Edgar Degas ("Waiting in the Wings") that I can't get out of my head, and I can't find copies of them anywhere. These images -- so powerful, so present, yet so intangible. It was amazing seeing Kollwitz, Neel, Bearden, Klee up close -- and sharing it all with Z. Having the Kostova book on the brain made the experience especially haunting.

playing with colorful papery bits
At long last, Spring Break is here.