printmaking and photography

The Signs as Art School Stereotypes

Libra: Sweet Art Education student who seem traumatized by the weirdo studio majors, always smiling, super long hair

Pisces: New Age, Eccentric Sculpture student who goes to music festivals every weekend, makes projects about the Illuminati and NWO, more #woke than you will ever be

Aquarius: Reserved Drawing/Illustration Major who draws hella good anime, never opens their mouth in critique until forced, vegan, fandom tees

Leo: Hipster painting student who thinks they’re the absolute shit, brags about smoking hookah and everything they do is meant to be ironic

Scorpio: Irritated Photography student who hates being in class but is always there, favorite color is black, always looks like they need a nap, opinionated

Aries: Yuppie Visual Communications student who brags about their love of craft beer, blood made of coffee, has really strong opinions about fonts, needs to relax

Virgo: Chill Ceramics student who smokes a lot of weed, thinks they suck but they really slay, succulents and cable knit sweaters

Capricorn: Super skilled Furniture Design student who can find a solution to anything, wears flannels and steel toed boots and it actually looks natural, works 109 hours a week

Cancer: Friendly but reserved Art Therapy student who is quietly reading everyone like a book, internal dialogue is constantly sassy, pastel hair, always on the verge of mental breakdown

Taurus: Edgy Printmaking student who shops at stores no one has heard of, small clique, loves to read, super detail oriented, doesn’t accept criticism well, makes everyone uncomfortable by bickering with professor

Gemini: General Fine Arts Student who floats from clique to clique seamlessly, indecisive, friendly but values alone time, inquisitive, listens to Nirvana and also Disney Soundtracks

Sagittarius: Headstrong Double Major who can’t keep their thoughts straight, skips class a lot, obsessed with Tim Burton movies, smokes cigarettes for aesthetic, talks too much during critique

A face blossoms across the white sheet as I slide it into the developer. It’s a familiar face of a handsome young man in military uniform stepping through the fog of time. 70 years from negative to my photo. The face looking at me maybe one I know without question but it belongs to a man I have no actual memories of. The young man in that photo is my grandfather. He was a paratrooper in World War II, he may not have jumped in to France before D-day, but he was an honor guard for President Roosevelt on his Funerary Train. He went into Japan shortly after the bombs were dropped. He came back, he and my Grandmother had my Mom, he was a farmer and broke horses on the side. In the months prior to my conception he was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was born on May 20th , his one and only granddaughter. And 27 years ago today, when I was only 2 months old he left this world. Now today I’m printing with my own two hands, photos of him from a 70 year old negatives.