The glories of nature. What are men compared to rocks and mountains?

Recently, I have taken up walking. And not just any walking, but walks that last hours and can lead me to who knows where. Oftentimes, when I head out on such ventures, I am wearing my cute shoes. They truly are adorable. In the instance I am going to tell you about, I was wearing my favorites. They are little ballet flats with the funnest pattern ever on them. I got them last spring, and I wish I had bought 4 or 5 pairs, because I love them and they are slowly dying.

Their death was brought ever nearer by the location of one of my walks. It started out a normal walk, just strolling through the lovely streets of Provo. But then, after about an hour of walking, we ended up heading to Rock Canyon. My companion being the adventuresome type that he is, demanded that we hike the canyon.

And I went along with it. In my flats.

For those of you who have never had the opportunity of visiting Rock Canyon, let me describe it. The area is a popular location for rock climbing because of the cliffs that make up the canyon. The trail is strewn with rocks of various pointy-ness. Basically, super unfun to walk on in shoes with very little cushion between you and the ground.

Not only did we walk a mile or so up the canyon, Chizm decided that he wanted to climb a mountain in search of water. So we did. My shoes (and legs) were torn up rather badly. I will forever miss both my shoes and the blood I left behind on the mountain.

But we did find water! It was delicious and we didn't die from drinking it. So there survival guides.
We also found Christmas ornaments, but that is another story.

Dreams

Roots and Branches, 2010

This was my very first sculpture ever. My professor tried to talk me out of it because he thought that it was going to be too kitschy. Mostly because he said that women in Relief Society everywhere were making these wire trees. Then I went and added roots and a sweet base.

He liked it then.

HA!

Anyways, I posted this image because I am feeling like I am not getting anything this term. I am in a pottery class, and I am just not very good at the wheel. It is kind of tragic how bad I am really.

Hopefully I end up getting better or my dream of selling my pottery to tourists on the Oregon Coast is over! and then I will need to find a new dream.

Lean on Me, April 2011                             

Alabaster stone. Currently sits on my mom's mantle because it matches the colors of her house perfectly.

This rock is lucky to be whole--there is a huge fracture line that runs through most of it. I totally thought it was going to break in half while I was carving it, my professor later told me that it is a minor miracle that it didn't. So for a while I called it Lucky, but I like the current title much better.

Double Date Day

This applies to everything, only I don't quite know how the salt fits in.

This has never happened to me before. Two dates in one day. And they were set up within minutes of each other. Seriously. Maybe even within the minute.

I finish setting the time for the first date (breakfast), turn around and the second guy asks if he can talk to me outside. And then proceeds to ask me to dinner. So I had a breakfast date and a dinner date. Wish that happened every day. I would never have to buy food again. So awesome!

I am beginning to think that it is always a drought or flooding. There is never a happy medium. Ever. No matter what it is. Actual rain, bad things, good things, dates, homework, breakdowns, large purchases. Really. It always comes all at once.

And that explains the picture.

I would actually never suggest two dates in a day, now that I have experienced it. Everything felt rushed (which could have been because I was totally booked that day with everything I had to do). Also, the first date was amazing, which made the awkwardness of the second date stand out even more. Maybe he would have seemed far more normal if I wasn't comparing him to Mr. Music Man. I doubt that though. He was really PMSie (Post-Missionary Syndrome), and those boys are always super awkward. And this one had it bad. I kinda felt sorry for the poor kid.

Moral of the story: from here on out, I am going to separate all dates by at least one sleep.
also, I really hope Mr. Music Man asks me out again. I really could like him a lot. Even if he is only an inch taller than me.

Everyone Needs a Lift Now and Then

Everyone Needs a Lift Now and Then, Sept. 2011

This one is dedicated to my sister, and everyone else who sometimes just needs a little help.

ps, the balloon is not real. It probably weighs 3lbs.

Reflection

Reflection, wood and wire, 2011

I made this one for my New Genre class, but also entered into a student art show at BYU. I got in, but I didn't win any prizes.

Although the other day, some girl in one of my classes remembered it and by extension me. I was super amazed and flattered. Specially since she told me that it was awesome and asked how I did it. Go me!

I feel like a REAL artist!

I finally got the key to my studio today, and now that I have an art studio, I feel like I can finally call myself an artist. Which I am probably not, since I am still a student, but still!! Exciting. And now on to the next picture of my art that I am going to post.

Sea Life, bronze, 2010

This is the first bronze piece that I ever made. Emily told me that it looked like something from the bottom of the ocean. So I called it Sea Life.