edge of the continent

Another long semester has come to an end: one final critique, the sharing of all manner of snacking goodness, a presentation of the professor’s own work, and we were done. I walked back to my car tonight, red paper portfolio swinging from my hand, and reflected on the encouragement I’ve received from my art instructors to continue my studies. While I don’t yet know just where all of this is leading me to, I’m ready and eager to figure it out.