I made an entry in April about the release of Broken Ink, USCA’s literary and visual arts journal, where I served as Editor in Chief my junior and senior years at USC Aiken. In the craziness of getting graduated I never ended up posting the link to the finished product! Click on the thumbnail below to look through Broken Ink 2010-2011:
April 2011
August 2011
What do you do when one of your best friends finds herself expecting? You get all excited at the possibility of some awesome pregnancy photos, which is exactly what happened in the case of me and my friend Emily. She’s a rocking lady who’s going to be an amazing mom to a little boy named Henrik, who’s due in October. I was more than happy to photograph such a lovely model as she grows a human being!
June 2011
AJ and Ron from Berkshire Guitars asked me to put together an ad for them to place in the Augusta Chronicle. They pretty much gave me free reign and I’m extremely pleased with the result, as you can clearly see below.
Half page ad!
Me and some of the staff geeking out over the 2011 magazine
I got an amazing shipment today. The copies of the 2011 issue of Broken Ink arrived this morning! It’s been so awesome to work on this as Editor for the last couple years and I’m so proud of the staff and submitters for such an amazing magazine. As soon as we get the online edition up and running it will be linked, I promise.
Though I was sad and disheartened to see the Metro Spirit go (though there are rumors it’s back?), my favorite Augusta advertising firm, Wierhouse, has managed to fill the void with their own brand of delicious publication. I got to check out the first issue of Popcorn on First Friday in Knuckle Sandwich, downtown. This was nearly too much amazingness in one situation, but it turned out alright. So check out Popcorn, Augusta’s most beautiful alternative magazine-
It’s a sad day in Augusta, folks- Metro Spirit Suspends Publishing in Augusta
Let’s turn this thing around! Save the Metro Spirit!
Since the end of last semester the Pacer Times has been publishing on their newly designed masthead that I worked up. We’ve had color printing for about a semester now but haven’t taken full advantage of it. Now we have an eye-catching masthead that’s modern, uncluttered and I think is really dynamic. Read more for the before version.
Just a fun little update-
My friend Jess, from this photo set (from which a photo appeared on Offbeatbride.com), got an email from a friend in the Czech Republic. She saw the photo on a forum and emailed it to Jess straight away! I wish I could read it, but I’m sure it’s talking about how beautiful she looks.
January 2011
Among my many other activities at school, the Guild of Poetic Intent has been a great group to be a part of. This is a poster I just worked up for an event we’re putting on in February. Mike Dockins, author of Slouching in the Path of a Comet, will be reading from his book at the Aiken Center for the Arts. After reading his work, I was inspired to do something a little tongue-in-cheek that doesn’t take itself too seriously. All too often I find poetry groups leaning in the direction of the oh-so-serious, but the Guild has been a ton of fun and they all (including Dockins!) really liked the poster. I also really like his poetry, so for the first time ever on this blog, I will feature a poem. From his Myspace:
LEAP DAY: 2/29/04
Mercury has leaped into the skulls of thermometers,
and the Earth leaps out of its orbit, keeps leaping
until the sun is directly overhead all afternoon,
springs forth a leaping flare upon a thrumming
string—a string like a strand of spiderweb strummed
by a leaping wasp—and the bleeping dials and radars
of Earth science leap off their scales. The thin blade
of the Moon slashes the atmosphere, and the whole sky
leaps into the lungs of children, who roll in a heap
on dazzling lawns, the grassblades strummed
by leaping spiders. The children leap-frog into old age,
safe from the curbside swerve of buses and Jeeps,
the beeping taxicabs leaping across the leaping asphalt.
In porch rockers, old folks are sleeping, eyes closed
against the sun, memories leaping beneath their lids,
their retinas leaping to slap volleyballs into a field
with little left to reap, despite the sexual eeping
in the muck of the frogpond. They dream their lives
are whistling kettles, the slow steeping of tea leaves.
Even quarks leap across quantum playgrounds,
infinitesimal sandboxes, leaping with atomic joy—
the most essential joy—setting cells and molecules
to an unseasonable leaping, with an unseasonable fuel.
And the poets deep in their sunless caves do nothing
but leap as a crack of late sunlight leaps under
the door and onto the page, which is now leaping
from a typewriter exhausted from a spell of leaping.
It and all the leaping leapers of the world begin
to settle back into the way things had been, and must
now be again: the sun slipping into the coin-slot
horizon, the Earth tilted into its anchored routine,
kinetic energy seeping from every cell and tiny particle,
every thing emptied of its leaping, a place where,
though the spider is tired, the wasp cannot escape.
My in-laws gave me the best Christmas present ever- A Wacom bamboo! It’s so much fun to work with, I can finally produce digital art in a manner that feels natural to me! here’s a couple pieces I’ve started out with
My sister's wedding present. I started out trying to do this as an acrylic painting but I couldn't stop covering up the topographic map. This digital version is exactly the way I imagined it in my head.
A tattoo concept I'm working on to commemorate one year of hooping
