Author: Grace

Hello, summer (a journal entry)

It’s my first official day of “summer”, as in my first day of summer break from school. I believe at this time last year, I went to a show for a band I loved a long time ago, I had a barbeque party for my older sister’s graduation with family and friends, I spent a day in Great Falls, Virginia, and I invited my friends to stay the night before I left for vacation. Since we had that perfect summer weather, we slept in the screened-in porch on the couches there, waking up at 7am to the sun beating down on our bodies swathed in white sheets. Yesterday, I stayed in bed practically all day, except for when I had to assist some repairmen who came by this morning, and when I went to walk my dog. I have a terrible habit of not letting myself rest, in fear of feeling too unproductive or too “pathetic.” The weather was sunless and dreary- not exactly how I pictured my first day of summer. I wanted to …

Musings about airports & airplanes

A few weeks ago while sitting alone, I found myself listening in on the conversation of a group of people nearby me. This wasn’t at all out of the ordinary, but something I heard has stuck since then, for some reason. One of the men laughed and continued on to say “I want my home to feel like a hotel.” This hilariously ironic statement rung through my head again yesterday morning as I sunk down into the uncomfortable middle seat between two complete strangers- a woman who was coughing in intervals with maybe 20 seconds in between each, scrolling down her facebook even though nothing on the page had refreshed since we flew beyond range of cell-service, and the other stranger, a man who fell dead-asleep within the first 5 minutes of being up in the clouds. I feel like the only place that feels less like a home than a hotel is an airplane. You’re, what, like 40,000 feet above the ground you’re used to walking upon? And more often than not, you’re surrounded by …

Yayoi Kusama’s infinity mirrors & more

I’m not sure how I got lucky enough to do so, but I was able to see the Kusama exhibit at the Hirshhorn in DC with a pass, meaning I didn’t have to wait in line for hours to get in. I feel like the whole effect of the exhibit wouldn’t have been as incredible if it had been tainted by waiting in a line all morning. The installations were nothing but completely dazzling and unreal- I think my favorite one had to have been Dots Obsession: Love Transformed Into Dots, which my brother managed to snap a picture of me in, even with the amount of time each group is allotted (15-30 seconds depending on what room.)   Due to the short amount of time I could spend in each room, I didn’t take very many photos/videos-  I wanted to experience the exhibit to the absolute fullest. Here are the photos/videos I did take, though: Infinity Mirror Room: Phalli’s Field- She exhibited the works together in an attempt to create hallucinatory scenes of phallic surfaces …

A quest for milkshakes and motivation

I’m not sure if this is common for people other than myself, but once I start to get less busy, I start getting much more lazy. I have the tendency to make countless to-do lists- bullet-points top to bottom of things I won’t ever get around to actually doing. The worst part of this whole situation is that I’m also a very self-motivated person. This comes from my independence, but it’s also partially because I’m so incredibly stubborn that I don’t want to do something if someone is waiting on me to do it. For weeks now, my journal entries have been pages of scribbles of ideas for new stories or photo projects or pretty much anything I can think of, but I haven’t actually gotten around to starting any of these things. Its getting to the point where I’m all talk, no action. Meaning, I’m becoming what I hate most- idle. I work best when I’m stressed, but I’m most creative when I’m not. And I’m still trying to figure out the best way to fix that predicament. …