So, I finished up my first semester of graduate school in early May. I'm moving across the city towards the end of June, so most of my energy will be focused on packing for now. I am hitting the studio about three to four times a week, but I'm experiencing after-semester withdrawal and a minor case of the 'ol artist's block.

I have a few ideas for new work, so I'll post any progress as soon as possible. For now, I thought I would end with a really beautiful poem by the German poet Rainer Maria Rilke, called

The Future

The future: time's excuse
to frighten us; too vast
a project, too large a morsel
for the heart's mouth.

Future, who won't wait for you?
Everyone is going there.
It suffices You to deepen
the absence that we are.