It is just about to clock over to November 30th, and I will be 22 years old. Turning 21 was kind of funny, b/c that is the age that allows you to go and do as you please. But 22 is different b/c it is the springboard into the professional world.

When I was 18, I was on my way back from LA, eagerly anticipating going to college. The memory of driving onto campus for the first time is fading quickly. It is actually quite odd. I mean, it was only four years ago, but the brief flashes of that first drive onto campus are as vague as scenes from my childhood.

I always hear people say, “I was just a dumb kid…” I never have thought I was stupid, but as I grow older and learn more, I am embarrassed to think of the confidence I had just a few years ago. There is no educator like time.

I did a fun online chat today. One person asked, “Are you planning on posting any artwork to your website, especially that piece on your mantel.” I couldn’t understand what they were talking about. How do they know I have artwork over my mantel? Have people been stalking me?

After an hour on the phone (they read me the question, then I dictate the answer and they type it), I stepped into my living room. My roomy asked, “So what kind of questions did they ask?” I belted out the “Usuals.” He asked me, “So are you going to post the art to your site or what?” Those jerks! They were in the other room on the chat the whole time. They told me all the stupid questions they asked, and how excited they were when one finally made it to the chat. Those guys are so funny.

Well, I am in the studio and I’ve got to get back to my project. I am doing a 3D rendering and it’s a pain in the butt. The semester will be over soon!