progress(ions)

Still working long and hard on this drawing for the Home Show, coming up in just two-ish weeks. It has seemed ironic to be working on pieces about home and not having one to call my own these days-- but it also has been an interesting reference point to think about all the homes I've lived in as something sweetly abstract and nostalgic. Speaking of which, orientation for the first-year grad students begins tomorrow-- which brings me back to this time last year when I was sleeping in a treehouse with Holly in Oakland and freaking out about my life. A year later, I'm thankful for where it's taken me.