Art Night

(First and second most closely resemble the original.)

I'm moving tomorrow/today. It's going to be a fantastic change. I'm moving into a place with six bedrooms, and so far the people living there are three girls from France and a boy from Germany. Every Saturday the landlord buys all the meat for an asado and anyone invited has to bring a bottle of wine. Everyone seems really free-spirited and confident and interesting. My room has a green door, and for the first time in my life I will have my very own bed that is bigger than a standard twin. Nice terraza at the top with a long table and small round table to sit at. In San Telmo, right by the downtown. Starting Sunday morning I will wake up in the center of Buenos Aires, a couple blocks from the weekly street fair in San Telmo. A fair that lasts for blocks and blocks all the way down Defensa with people selling all sorts of products, food, knick knacks... I think my current roommate from Sweden is going to sell some of her sketches there this Sunday to get some money for traveling.

So as my last night in this place I thought it fitting and cordial to have a last-night dinner-esque thing, which turned into being better as an appetizer session of sorts. I made nummy bruschetta and Lu made a fruit salad. Sat around drinking wine and chatting the three of us. When Kerstin went out I proposed art time to Lu, which was very well received.

Nice last night here,

similarly related I love art

(And I've worked it out so that I can officially minor in both Studio Arts and Environmental Studies (though it works out so that I literally have no more "elective-count-for-nothing" classes), so that sounds nice.)

love.love.love.

Rain (Seasonal)

In Boston this means snow

Here the flowers grow

Don't Let It Bring You Down

I spent a while pretending I didn't know

(did you know that I knew all along?)

because I told her I could keep a secret

and you had told her to keep yours.

You would think that vocalizing a secret

(which both parties already knew)

would do little to change a situation

and you would be wrong.

What a relief!

(So glad it's off our chests!)

Now we can muse like children

planning time before death.

But I propose a new plan,

that we forget the secret

(that it was revealed at all)

and run back to innocence and ambiguity.

It's just that I feel trapped

and I have this sinking feeling

(butterflies transforming back into worms?)

that we'll let eachother down.

Now we both know that no one (especially not me)

can predict the future

(but just in case- and

lets hope this is unnecessary)

sorry in advance.

I meant to say I love you I love you I love you!

Believe me always?

But mostly now.

The Present, The Future.

Yesterday I realized that I will be leaving Argentina in two months. I feel I am growing so much, and for the better, here. It seems everything I hear or read or see is new. Because I didn't know anything about Argentina before living here, I am constantly talking to people about politics, history, culture, and seeing it all in action...seeing how related everything is. I feel like I have such MOMENTUM. My new personal motto is: question, question everything. As a result, I have never had so many interesting conversations with so many interesting people. As a result I believe that I am truly the happiest I have ever been. I do believe studying abroad (living abroad) was the best decision I ever made for myself. (I also do believe that studying abroad should be required.) As the semester comes to an end (but let's not talk about this too much) a lot of people are deciding to stay for an entire year. I wish I could, but I don't think it can happen right now. I know that if I were to stay I wouldn't want to continue paying BC tuition to be in South America, and that what I want out of staying would have nothing to do with school.

My inability to predict the future both thrills and terrifies me. Being abroad has allowed me to realize possibilites truly are endless. Originally my thought had been to graduate, maybe stick around Boston for a year working for an environmental organization, and move to San Francisco for at least a few years to do the same. So I felt like I vaguelly knew what I wanted to do for at least the next five years of my life. Now I realize that, while those things still sound like something I'd like to do, I may put those plans off for a while. As may be obvious by now, I love Argentina and I wish I could stay longer. Therefore I'm thinking about how once I graduate I might want to move back to Argentina. I also am thinking about applying for the Peace Corps, a two year committment. I want to perfect Spanish, I want to travel, and I want to continue learning about other cultures at the rate which I am currently learning.

The above is thrilling. I am trying to peg what is terrifying me. I think I know that the more I drift and explore, the easier it will be to drift from those around me. In some ways this is not a bad thing, because I already feel I am keeping in touch with the people that matter most to me. However, if I were to do the Peace Corps, move to Argentina, work in Europe... there is a chance I would have to do it alone. In my mind there are certain friends I have always wanted to live with, travel with, grow with. Now I'm scared that what if I don't get to grow with these friends? What if we only grow apart? Happy as we may be, it is something I haven't previously considered. In my mind there are people whose paths I feel I MUST cross again. I hope that my own independence doesn't prevent these people from crossing paths with me later on, because it may be later than we all expected. Back in high school when we sat around and mused about college and time. Now college is quickly coming to an end and with every day its existence seems less and less relevant in the grand scheme of things.

More Drawings

Too much to say about everything, so I'm going to say a little about life through art. For some bizarre reason the computer keeps reverting the images, so a few of them are flipped the wrong way (probably bothers me more than you).

I miss drawing models in classes. I've mostly been drawing people lately, I guess I'm trying to perfect that before I move on to other subject matter, and I still have a lot of work to do...but having fun in the meantime.

Book in the corner-On The Road

John in his room, sitting on his windowsill by the balcony.

The roof where we stayed on Durazno street in Uruguay. This was mid-September. We had two weeks off for midterms so we went to Uruguay and went couchsurfing. Stayed with these five messy guys, complete characters, and their dog Gizmo. Super relaxing weekend- hung out with the guys a lot, made a few meals, spent a lot of time playing guitar and sitting on the roof (which overlooked the huge river). Lived really cheap and most all money went to burger stands and litros of beer. One night we went to this awesome show in a huge house. Each room seemed to be dedicated to a different activity. One room was a mini-art exhbit, one room had a simple swing hanging from the ceiling (the best room), one was dedicated to a giant jam session for whoever, in the kitchen was someone constantly making french fries, people playing on an outside little balcony, a huge expansive roof, organs... Conclusion: couchsurfing is the best.

This one really should be flipped the other way: La cal hierva cuando la mojan. This was the day I realized I could stay awake in class if I just drew people around me.

From a photo of me in El Tigre, hanging out with a cute dog who follwed Enid, Elia, Ian and I around for a bit, disappearing around the time we crossed the little river to sit down.

Hanging out on the balcony, per usual.

The boy I love. (Photo is backwards, frustrating.)

People sleeping on Buquebus, on the way back from Uruguay. (The ferry that took us across the river.)

A Song About God (title tbd)

(I started writing this song in the shower yesterday and put it to guitar today. For now you'll just have to read it as a poem and imagine how the tune goes...*Hint: use telepathy and you'll get the tune down perfectly*)

Bible camp when I was young,

searching for the hand of God

to steer me through

all times blue

Cross meadows wide and oceans deep

rocky beaches, barefoot feet

find fires bright

but no heaven's light

With the birds flew in the bees

shelter found in tall oak trees

in nature's might

I found no fright

For when her brother died that day

and while I see his mind decay

I won't believe He's yours nor mine

as war novels gain length with time.

If free will has left us to kill

He sees us march on daffodils

and to this I will not subscribe

I'll put my faith in human kind

PHOTOS

I hope this won't divide us.

Everyone deserves a first date,

no one gets a second.

In school we were told to walk with confidence,

to avoid staring down at the ground,

which I often find I do just so that I won't step in mierda.

Even when I am walking briskly, 

column straight,

I feel like I can barely take in the surroundings.

After weeks of walking the same route home I saw a movie theater on the way.

Some of my friends have caught on,

when they talk I can't hear them.

This is only sometimes.

Sometimes as they talk I realize I am losing every word they try to communicate.

They slip through my head unprocessed,

I think this is because my head is too full of thoughts I can't put into words.

I'm glad you said 

that words unite and divide us.

This is why I've perfected telepathy.

Tonight I feel lonely.

Familia pt 1