Starting Summer Right

Something weird possessed me over the weekend. I don't really know where it came from but this passion grabbed a hold of me and I decided to give in to temptation. I started to look on google, and I compared the pictures I was finding to the shape of my face. Knowing that it was time to let go and move on made it impossible for me not to pick up the phone and call my hairdresser... yes.

It was time to cut my hair.

This is my "I-CAN'T-BELIEVE-I'M-ACTUALLY-DOING-THIS" brave face.

As if I needed another reason to just go for it, I was able to donate 2 ponytails that were both 12 inches long to Locks of Love!

"Oh this is short.... really short...."

"Welp, nothing really to be done now."

"So that's what the back of my head looks like..... hrm."

Three cheers for trying something new, eh? I'm still not used to it and I keep on reminding myself that it's only hair... it'll grow back. If anything else, I helped someone in need in the process of trying something new. That's what truly matters in the end.

Family Doesn't Mean Perfect

Today, I became an official member of the Domino Players. Although I am not a theatre major, nor do I ever plan on becoming one, it is a passion of mine that I have had a wonderful time pursuing. I have learned what it's like to be part of a family. In this company, I have found friends like none other. I have found genuine people who will ask if I'm alright after long stressful weeks and countless updates on Facebook and Twitter. I have found people who believe in me and my work and what I can do. Yeah, we're not all best friends, yeah we don't get along sometimes, but at the end of the day we're there for each other. And that's what matters. That's what it means to be a family.

This isn't everyone but I'll be sure to post more pictures and a catch up to explain what all I've been up to in the coming week!

Studying Nonsense

A blank page full of graphite.

Separate Ways

Eating pizza on our carpet... cut.

From the Dark Night

Sunlight rises as innocence drips away.

Goodbye is the First Step to Hello

I said goodbye to my baby yesterday. It wasn't our last goodbye, but soon she'll belong to someone else. It's terrifying really. She was, er, is my second and I can't believe how it happened. I figured the first would get into the program so that's why I decided to attempt at making a duplicate. Nothing will ever replace the my first creation, but even artists have to pick favourites. This one has a more parallel border, more contrast, it's less murky. But I can't be selfish and keep it. I have to let my picture go, it's the juror that wants it for her own collection! I never would have imagined having to put a price on my work let alone actually selling it. But my creativity, my name will have been let out into the world. It's more than any 19 year old photography student can ask for.