Hoarding: Buried Alive

Ever wonder what it's like to be a fine arts student in residence? Well, let me be the one to tell you it certainly has it's perks! These, however, are not some of them. Woodcuts in printmaking have me sneezing sawdust. The other day I found a pad of tracing paper under my pillow and I can still smell the oil painting I did last week. I'm up to my neck in shopping bags for plastic sculptures in experimental media (if anyone has seen my roommate please let me know it's been four days). All I want to do is build a canvas fort. Ah. But it's all in the name of art so it is undoubtably worth it!