I'm moving into a new season with my work, and I can't wait to share with you what I've been cooking up!
Thursday, May 30, 2013
One of the rites of passage in becoming a true Atlantaian is a trip to the Atlanta Food Truck Park.
However, this can hardly be a harshly enforced prerequisite, since this Park only just celebrated its first birthday.
A more strongly enforced rule would definitely be to visit the rainbow umbrella'd King of Pops carts, as they have been a more long-standing tradition.
Both the Food Truck Park and the many King of Pops carts that dot the Atlanta landscape are near to my heart.
Both bring a wheeling change of flavors from visit to visit.
My favorite food truck is Masala Fresh, and I can hardly pick a favorite pop.
There are dozens of flavors I have yet to try.
So, whenever a friend comes down to visit, it is absolutely perfunctory that we stop by the Food Truck Park and sit at the sunlit picnic tables, slurping on some pops.
Above Photo taken by Erik R. Pearson
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
These past few weeks in Atlanta before I begin my internship have been deliciously unbooked.
This has given me ample time to spend with the people I care about and explore the city I love.
One of those most important to me is my friend, Mike, who just accepted a job in San Francisco and left this Monday for a road trip from East to West.
We've had a Goodbye Mike Party, many prayers have been laid upon him, and he has now driven his blueberry car far, far way from me.
But, I never felt discouraged: like my new hanging sign says, every cloud has a silver lining.
Last week afforded me the opportunity to galavant across Atlanta with Mike hunting for home goodies.
I sent him on his merry way with three monotypes I had made my Sophomore year, along with a bevy of ideas and little pieces of Atlanta to place in his new home.
We sipped on my favorite bubble tea, explored my new favorite antique and oddities warehouse, Paris on Ponce, and talked about all the adventures he was going to have and of when Cam and I would fly out to meet him for our first wedding anniversary.
The Lord blesses so unexpectedly and abundantly, and I am so grateful for this season I have had with Mike, only one year since I really met my dear darling friend and fellow lover of watercolor.
I will be praying over you Mike, and beginning our own Extraordinary Correspondence promptly.
My favorite Thai Bubble tea from Atlanta's new Honey Bubble which we cleverly snagged with a 50% off Scout Mob coupon!
So psyched that there is a Scout Mob for San Fran as well:
now Mike can look like an urban insider and know where all the finest local gems are located.
Magnets for Mike showcasing some of his favorite parts of Atlanta:
Tech Tower, The Varsity, The Fox, and Bobby Dodd Stadium.
Some little Mexican tiles that I convinced Mike to purchase since they were a steal and his favorite color and would make his apartment look awesome.
Initiate operation Pen Pal.
Posted by Rachel at 10:56 AM
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I absolutely love this short film by Madeline Sharafian.
It very sweetly and simply captures the love and pride that goes into cooking a meal for someone.
Being back at Theta Xi this summer, I get to cook again nearly every day--and it is so rewarding to take the time and the meticulous effort to make a delicious moment for someone.
I hope to see more from this budding animator!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Since taking so many portrait shots for my photography class, it has become increasingly more important to me to have some record of my adorable parents.
Since my youngest brother, Grant, was born ten years ago, my mom hasn't agreed to pose for photos.
Which is silly, because she is gorgeous.
My dad approached me and asked if I would do a couple shoot for the two of them, because he really wanted photos to capture their relationship.
Which was incredibly sweet.
Thus began the project of convincing Mom.
However, in the end I put on the famous Rachel "game face" and steam rolled her with having everything set up and arranged in advance.
I find it best to just be bossy with her sometimes.
It turned out beautifully.
She and Dad were their silly, flirty selves, and Mom really seemed to relax when I spoke to her about the poses I had in mind for the two of them.
The trick was looking back at photos of the pair that Mom liked from when they were first married.
I loved this project--it was my favorite kind: a challenge to capture people's personalties, digging through road blocks and arriving at a natural, genuine, and successful finish.
Story: this past Christmas, my dad surprised my mom with different monster finger puppets.
They were like a silly advent calendar.
Since Christmas, the puppets have accompanied my Dad into surgery, made their way all around the house with love notes and small conquests on neighboring knick knacks, and have even been stuffed down vases when the love birds got into an argument.
I really wanted to remember this time with my parents, when all of our relationships with one another are at their very strongest.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Today is my first day of summer vacation, and I have eased into this grey morning.
I enjoyed a sweet phone call with my almost cousin-in-law about sewing (I'm finally going to learn!), a beautiful quiet time in the breakfast nook, and wrote a host of to-do lists for this next ten days before I move to Atlanta for my internship.
Oh, and I finally used my new tea ball and loose leaf to make some grown-up tea that my dear friend, Bowen, got me for Christmas.
Every break I drink copious amounts of tea, and it always drives my mother nuts the amount of little accessories that I have to leave out on the countertop.
So, I dug through my dowry corner of the basement (totally have one of those now for all of my family's thrifting been doing for Cam and I) and pulled out two antique trays from my grandmother.
I'm so happy to put them to use: I love when the beautiful can be made practical.
Posted by Rachel at 12:35 PM
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
For our final project in Sculpture, we were given a carving assignment.
Carving is quite the undertaking: you have to wrap your brain around the restriction of using only subtractive measures because once you chisel a chunk away, you cannot put it back.
For Remember Harpy, I wanted a visual reminder to myself of what I can be at my darkest.
As a woman, I can choose to be a swan, a songbird, or a harpy.
Swan: captivating, elegant, and vain.
Songbird: lovely and adding something beautiful to the world.
There is a long piece of history about the harpy:
In Greek mythology, the three harpies, or furies, were bird-women who were sent to torture and carry victims to Tartarus.
Some sources say harpies originated as beautiful women who were warped into beasts.
Since their appearance in mythology, they have cropped up in artwork in a variety of forms: sometimes beautiful, sometimes disfigured, and always evil.
They appeared again in Dante's Alighieri's Inferno in the forest of punishment for self-murderes.
Suicides were encased in trees and harpies ate their leaves.
The word "harpy" as an adjective is used by the character Benedick regarding the lady Beatrice in Shakespeare's play, Much Ado About Nothing.
He begs the prince to give him any range of unpleasant tasks to complete rather than "hold three word's conference with this harpy."
Where since I think it has evolved to its current conotation: a cold, shrewish, nagging woman.
Synonyms for harpy on dictionary.com include:
battle axe, dragon lady, shrew, gorgon, carper, critic, fault-finder, nitpicker, scold, and belittler.
This harpy is a vice I have been battling intentionally this year.
She always resided in my breast, only unfurling her wings in my most extreme moments of selfishness and indignation, as poor Cam recoiled from my talons.
Women, consider: how often do you nag?
How often do you consider yourself mistreated, abused, or unloved?
How often do you expect others to interpret your roiling emotions and fickle intentions?
How often do you give yourself the benefit of the doubt, but do not extend this simple courtesy to others?
I am speaking from hindsight, here.
I have bested harpy many times over the past year.
You see, when her wings unfurl, I can sense her coming.
When I feel irrationally angry, misused, or unappreciated, I know she is on the way.
So I fight her with gratitude, prayers for understanding, and the simple words:
"My feelings are selfish and illogical right now."
In my sculpture I wanted to depict a woman skeletal, yet beautiful.
Her muscles are pulled taut, forcing themselves into wings, leaving her powerless.
As women, sometimes we hate our voices as we dispel acid on our victims--we feel helpless as we hear out mother's nagging coming from our own lips, and yet we plow on to make ourselves feel justified.
Harpy is a ship headed for destruction, imprisoned by her own vices, and she looks on in horror with gaping maw.
Monday, April 22, 2013
I am greeting you from the belly of my final's week.
I have been tinkering with the idea of prayer, worship, journaling, meditation, and art--
and how I can go about communicating those things using bleeding color and ephemera on brown paper.
For my final in Life Drawing I knew I wanted to do something with hands;
I had so enjoyed the hand section of my Engineer with Coffee Pot piece.
My solution was to complete a diptych on hands in prayer.
I stalked about the Theta Xi house, pouncing on different brothers and asking them how they prayed.
I settled on my friend Sahil's hands, and bullied Cam into sitting still for my second set of interlaced fingers.
Since my Engineer piece, I've added metallic oil pastels and two different shades of brown paper.
I would have preferred to work exclusively on brown kraft paper, but my teacher insisted.
Praying Hands: Be still and know
Praying Hands: that I am God