Time to face the facts…and an update!

7 Oct

After weeks – nay, months – of seeing spammy, dicey, dare I say a little bit porn-y robo-comments appear on my blog, I’ve decided to lock down the comments section. Somehow, the internet knows that I’ve stopped writing on it, so I suppose that means it’s time I officially acknowledge this with some security features. All this really means is that I have to approve comments now, so they will still work but it will just take a bit longer for valid comments to appear.

In related news, I haven’t posted since April, which seems like a very long time! In between keeping up with clients and teaching and mom-ing, I have a hard time finding moments to curate a blog. So I don’t. Which is fine, I knew that would happen. But I do miss it sometimes.

I know that some people still read this though, and I do enjoy writing quick updates from time to time, so here’s a brief, condensed recap of the past six months or so.

I finished up teaching a great Spring semester of design courses, had a Summer semester filed with teaching Adobe Creative Suite, and am now back in the full swing of my Fall design courses with The George Washington University. I also taught a few Continuing Education courses and workshops around town. As always, I love it and it feeds my creative spirit more than any other work that I do.

(The photos above are taken by me, but each is work product made by my students.)

As you probably know, the Corcoran Gallery of Art/College of Art + Design is no more. At least as an independent institution. I had the emotional honor of sitting on stage with other (much more esteemed than I am) faculty at our last graduation, and as per our silly art-school tradition, I made these paper flowers to wear in my hair. I could, and probably will, post a lot more about this whole experience, but now isn’t the time.

I celebrated my birthday, which was capped off by an impromptu rock scramble, which is the best way to break a flip flop. And I broke two flip flops.

I went up in the Washington Monument for the first time since about 1992. That first time I was about 10. It was cold and I was with my dad, wearing a jean jacket embroidered with flowers. This time I was with my five year old son.

This will come as no surprise, but I made cupcakes. A lot of them.

I grew another balcony garden, stronger than ever. This time with EGGPLANTS!

I got this photograph at an art fair in Tennessee. (Thanks, Mom!)

I spent a lot of time doing soccer things. Probably hundreds of hours of soccer things. My son plays TWICE a week, and my husband plays on Sundays (and coaches our son). We went to many DC United games. Oh, and this thing called the World Cup happened, and every single game was on in our house at some point. Every single game. Sometimes twice. Sometimes three times.

I made a vow to draw more, because I think it’s important. But I didn’t really do it. I did, however, make a lot of pictures with my son, which I thinks counts for half-credit.

I worked. And worked some more. Mostly on smaller consulting projects, which I am finding fit my life and sensibilities quite well.