During our senior year in KC, we paid the least in rent in all our time there: $150 for a renovated attic in a home on Warwick. We lived above a woman who was trying to decide what to pack in her suitcase when the aliens came down to get her. We had rooftop access, obviously, where we could listen to cicada and the murder of crow that roosted in the trees behind us before a storm.
My mentor,
Wendy Geller, left that year. She got a huge Canada Council grant and her and her husband fled East to play in the
north woods. I learned more from her than all the other professors at KCAI combined. She passed away a few years later at a very young age.
With Wendy's patient guidance that last year at school, I researched, planned and assumed many identities...
1. A disoriented, land-locked Herring Gull.
2. Jack Fate, a washed-up B movie actor forced to do corporate pharmaceutical commercials.
3. Udalric, an amateur entomologist.
The year we returned from Yellowstone, I also met a dude named
Bushman. He had the good sense
not to be going into debt at art school like the rest of us, but tried to live the stuff we were merely talking about.
For our last spring break, while Tina was visiting
Michelle in CA, Bushman and I took an impromptu road trip to the desert. The day before we left, he traded in his beat-up Honda (?) and bought a brand new Geo Metro. While we were almost a fly on the grill of several semi trucks, it made for a nice ride through the Southwest.
Bushman (pictured here in his unique neo-hippy-punk-rocker-Java-Gaia phase) and I exited the Midwest via Dodge City and ended up exploring the ruins of Arizona and New Mexico, including
Bandelier and
Chaco Canyon. En route, we hit a freak snow storm near Santa Fe.
In Chaco, we camped at the foot of the canyon. While we knew the temperature dropped at night, we were shocked to find icicles in our hair and glazing our dome tent. Bushman toughed it out, but I sought shelter in the heated restroom (in the background). But there, at 2:00am, I found that every other camper had had the same idea.
When we reached the center of Arizona, we made a U-turn and headed back through Navajo and Hopi country. We met an old sheep herder and this scrappy little dog.
We have a lot of pictures from the last week of school leading up to graduation. I guess we always document a departure much more than we do the day-to-day, when we know something good is about to end, or at least change. Here's Billy in his trusty pick-up truck.
Buddy at our group yard sale at the Wiltshire.
Tina at her thesis exhibit in the Relay Zone Gallery (notice her necklace -
still obsessed with nails).
Dana and crew on graduation day!
Bill Jones
Swangstu
Maureen
Patrick (a.k.a. Paddy)
Who knew a little cow town in the Midwest could produce so many good things!
During our senior year in KC, we paid the least in rent in all our time there: $150 for a renovated attic in a home on Warwick. We lived above a woman who was trying to decide what to pack in her suitcase when the aliens came down to get her. We had rooftop access, obviously, where we could listen to cicada and the murder of crow that roosted in the trees behind us before a storm.
My mentor, Wendy Geller, left that year. She got a huge Canada Council grant and her and her husband fled East to play in the north woods. I learned more from her than all the other professors at KCAI combined. She passed away a few years later at a very young age.
With Wendy's patient guidance that last year at school, I researched, planned and assumed many identities...
1. A disoriented, land-locked Herring Gull.
2. Jack Fate, a washed-up B movie actor forced to do corporate pharmaceutical commercials.
3. Udalric, an amateur entomologist.
The year we returned from Yellowstone, I also met a dude named Bushman. He had the good sense not to be going into debt at art school like the rest of us, but tried to live the stuff we were merely talking about.
For our last spring break, while Tina was visiting Michelle in CA, Bushman and I took an impromptu road trip to the desert. The day before we left, he traded in his beat-up Honda (?) and bought a brand new Geo Metro. While we were almost a fly on the grill of several semi trucks, it made for a nice ride through the Southwest.
Bushman (pictured here in his unique neo-hippy-punk-rocker-Java-Gaia phase) and I exited the Midwest via Dodge City and ended up exploring the ruins of Arizona and New Mexico, including Bandelier and Chaco Canyon. En route, we hit a freak snow storm near Santa Fe.
In Chaco, we camped at the foot of the canyon. While we knew the temperature dropped at night, we were shocked to find icicles in our hair and glazing our dome tent. Bushman toughed it out, but I sought shelter in the heated restroom (in the background). But there, at 2:00am, I found that every other camper had had the same idea.
When we reached the center of Arizona, we made a U-turn and headed back through Navajo and Hopi country. We met an old sheep herder and this scrappy little dog.
We have a lot of pictures from the last week of school leading up to graduation. I guess we always document a departure much more than we do the day-to-day, when we know something good is about to end, or at least change. Here's Billy in his trusty pick-up truck.
Buddy at our group yard sale at the Wiltshire.
Tina at her thesis exhibit in the Relay Zone Gallery (notice her necklace - still obsessed with nails).
Dana and crew on graduation day!
Bill Jones
Swangstu
Maureen
Patrick (a.k.a. Paddy)
Who knew a little cow town in the Midwest could produce so many good things!
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