After years in Chicago and getting my MA and post-bacc in studio, I'm now in Syracuse, NY to pursue my Masters in painting. Fortunately I've been given a half [link] so I get to teach a class and get half of my tuition paid for. Good deal, I'd say. It's interesting now working with undergrads- I realize that I'm getting older, and these youngins pretty much stay the same year after year. Maybe I'm getting tamer, or just older in general. Either way, I hope that I can make the class interesting enough for them. Part of me thinks I'm trying too hard, so maybe next semester I need to scale back some. I don't know.

I'm also starting to make works that I feel good about, and feeling very joyous at the same time. My personality and sense of humor is starting to come out and I'm still able to touch upon my personal cultural identity. I like this current direction. It's something that I feel rather good about. I'm not sure what the rest of the year has in store for me, but I intend to enjoy it the best I can.

I feel myself changing. I wonder if it's because I'm inching closer to my dream of becoming an artist. I wonder if this change in myself is for good or for worse? I don't know. I don't want to be competitive, but I almost feel as though I have to be in this program. I'm not sure why I feel this way. It's a strange feeling.