bus tickets

Today I went through my journal from my India trip and decided to scan some of my sketches I had made while traveling. I realized one of the most amazingly striking pages in my whole journal was one that I never really intended to be art.

Every morning I would take the 202 city bus to work. For four rupees I would get a small little ticket stub--a scrap piece of paper the bus owner had stamped a ticket number on. Everyday was a different ticket. After purchasing a glue stick at the market, these little bits of paper quickly became my daily craft project. So many colors. So very India.

carded

In the midst of my internship hunt for this summer, I have decided to make some new business cards that match my résumé. I had a custom rubber stamp made--it arrived today and I'm absolutely loving it's faux-screen printed look. I'm still deciding on the paper I'd like to use. I printed the ones below on brown kraft cardstock. Dual-toned matte board, white/canary yellow, is also on my mind. Oh, the joys of a marketing major, minoring in studio art.

Put me in a box; I like it

Nonexistent blogging is certainly not excusable--I should have stayed in touch. I know. If it means anything to you, anything at all, I've been busy.

After the joyful craziness of not 1, not 2, but 5 Christmases between my family and Ben's, I started 2009 off with a mustache. Yes, we threw a formal mustache party in Portland for New Years, in case you were wondering (formal attire optional, mustache required). Leaving my mustache behind for a land of homework and sales tax, I packed up my bags, drove north and moved into my new apartment on Capitol Hill the day before I started classes again at SU.


Moving was great. I have an adorably small studio. It feels good to have my own place again. I think I've learned that studios do good things for me in terms of productivity. I have no choice but to make every inch of my space usable, functional and aesthetically pleasing--there's no escaping bad habits in a small box disguised as a home. Productivity level is on the rise and arts and crafts are abundant. There's just enough room for me, my bike, a little bed and my trunk of art supplies. Things are good.