entering the Cedar Crest Woman gallery

I graduated from Cedar Crest about five months ago...
I've been back three times.. and I long to stay. Siigghh... leaving is not easy, neither is going back.

Who is the Cedar Crest Woman?
She is the woman who has been taught the importance of women's leadership. She is the woman who walks with confidence and her head held high... she loves her mind, body, and sexuality. She believes in other people... and only wants the best... for herself, her community, and the world...

That is the definition I feel I have been taught... but who am I? I left school, I work two part jobs... I've been tricked once, but I already had the sense not to take his promises seriously.. intutition has always been my best protector. It still doesn't allievate the sting of disappointment... but I made the promise to myself that I will never be desparate. So I am not put off by the situation. I wrote in an essay once, that I don't care about money, what I really want to feel is a connection to the world around me. I will always find a way to make ends meet...

So, I might just be a loser, but I don't feel that way. My head is focused on figuring this out.

I think that is who the Cedar Crest woman is... she is the woman who has the audacity to find her way, and stand up for what she believes in for better or for worse.
The painting I am working on is a woman walking in the city surrounded by people and she carries a yellow and black bag. The idea is no matter where we go, we take our eduation, and what we represent with us...

I'll post the painting when I am ready.

King Gaspar post 2,

I think this will be the image I submit tomoorow...

King Gaspar post 1

This is the image I made using photo shop of King Kaspar and the parrot... it's getting late... I am not sure if I want to try and add the crutch or not... I forgot how much I like using photo shop... I need to figure out the background.... siiigghhh... let's see where this takes me.

Sketch for Opera Lancaster Amahl

This a rough sketch on the image I want to work on in photo shop. It's king Kaspar with his parrot, presenting his box. I still need to correct the hands, add color.... and then be prepared to submit a final copy Thursday.... I will probably go out with my boyfriend and get a drink Thursday night... for better or for worse this is the start of the image... :)

Idea!

The image is clear in my head... I know it is real because I catch this spark and it ignites, because suddenly I am no longer filled with doubt... I have these rare moments of true inspiration.

Ok, the imageit is king Kaspar opening the first drawer of the box. he is wearing a beautiful gold cloak like Klint... He's suspicious, he has a grin, he's about to unveil a world, he is going to bring back a childish spirit of curiousity. This is the man we want to listen to, know, this is the man we want to move in... there is a dark floor, a space to sit in front of him, a bright parrot, Amahl;'s crutch leading to him, no Amahl because the audience is sitting in his perspective. It's like the Death of Marat, the background is abstract dark and weary. It's night, the boy is crippled, pain, and suffering exists in this world... but in the box is a hope we all want to know.... it could also be pandora's box, but lean in, experience the treasure...

Time to work.

Molly

Beginning of a a new project

Soo I am tired... but I have a project to work on... I guess working all day wasn't helpful. I am making a poster for the play Amahl and the Night Visitors. As I looked into the play I realized I've seen it before... with my grandmother... I remember when King Jasper was showing Amahl the magic stones... I remember the excitement, and the idea of pretty stones containing magical powers... I was seven...

Now I am going to be 23... and I am not sure where my life is taking to me. I went to my college yesterday. One of my professors was smoking outside of the art building. She told me she was in the middle of class, and that this was her favorite building. I said, "yea.. it was my favorite building too..."
She said, "It was your home."

... ... ... I couldn't say it still is... the hours I spent there are logged away in my head. Hours in the studio, in class, being with my classmates, talking to my janitor friends, they're all spent. But, now there is a distance. I feel older like it was all a long time ago, but it hasn't been so. I won't say I miss it, or that I wish I could stay longer... but the more my mind lingers there... the more I want to create and be the person I wanted to be during school, and maybe I am slowly getting there

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