I stayed longer in Rexburg than I had planned, because I felt compelled to. Because of all of the ups and downs this year, I felt like I wasn't a very good artist anymore. If we haven't covered this already, and we have, I am very hard on my self. I think the biggest problem was that I hadn't been able to print since April, and I found through earning my degree that printing with a press is not only an integral part of my creative process, but a major factor in my mental/creative/emotional well being.
So by staying in town, I was able to spend some solid time printing, and I feel more like a whole person. Like I said, I have been doing some monoprints-monotypes, and I pulled one last night, after the final run, and I nearly cried. It was like a blessing or an answer to a prayer to be able to complete something so solid, and wonderful. It made me remember why I print-make, and that even if I haven't printed since April, I am a fine artist.
The picture above is of the first run on a print. It's called Miracle Fish. Funny how much expression a little fish with a single eye can have.
The picture below is of my little sister, Melissa.
The prayers are for my littlest sister, Melissa. After a terrifying chain of events this weekend she had to have emergency surgery last night. Luckily she goes to school at Johns Hopkins, and is in good hands. So my grandma is flying out to Baltimore to be with her tonight, to be followed by my Mother. So if you could remember Melissa in your prayers, it would mean so much to my family.