Some of my friends may know this, but if you don't here it is. I have a studio art minor that has changed my life. I always thought it was a load of cheese that "doing art boosts your self-esteem/confidence" or something like that, but let me tell you. It's true.
I am always rediscovering myself through each art class at Baylor. I've done things that I had no idea I could ever do! Graphic design, ceramics, film development, DRAWING (that's really the unbelievable one). Learning to make art is something like watching your reflection assimilate on the surface of some body of water. Just as the water stills enough for you to see yourself, the wind might blow again or something gets thrown in that just blurs it over again. It's disconcerting but fun to see yourself anew.
I digress. What I meant to share today was an opportunity I wouldn't have had had it not been for my art photography class. Artist books! There was a tiny exhibition of them at the BU library this afternoon that I had NO idea what these beauties were even though I've been going nuts over them at Anthropologie for years. So I didn't know that I did know what they were, or something like that ;) There's actually a picture of me with an artist's book at Anthropologie months before I found out about it being an art genre. I just thought some people preferred their coffee table books to be covered in satin or made out of cloth and be three feet wide.

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