Grad School: Week 17

"Art hurts. Art urges voyages-and it is easier to stay at home."
-Gwendolyn Brooks

The semester is over and I am writing this from Maine, where there is nothing but trees, ocean, and sweet endless rest. Things finished up well, with all the papers, presentations, meetings, and critiques done and wrapped up. I have heard the first semester of graduate school described as the depths of despair, but I did not find it that way. It was challenging, and at times nerve-racking, but I liked it. I liked it very much. When it ended, I made a quick run out East to my second home, Maine. Here, things are very different from the rest of the United States:

My father,Elliott Sober, a lifetime academic, believes graduate school is a 12 month a year endeavor and I agree with him. So while on break, I am letting ideas percolate and trying to keep the sketch book handy. Back in Nebraska, the studio is clean and ready for me when i return. I'll sign off with a video sent to me by my mother-in-law, Carol Bass, that is worth watching through until the end. Thanks for reading and if you have not, sign up to follow this blog on the right side of the screen. Membership has its privileges.