Etching this term, along with collage. I was monkeying around in the print lab today, and got back to the dorm looking like this.

I guess it’s from all those years working at the edges of advertising that makes me crack up when I see my hands looking like this. A photographer asked me one day how my hands were, and I said they were fine, because they didn’t hurt and weren’t all cut up and they were doing what I wanted them to do, not thinking about his meaning if they were pretty. Never have been, never will be.

There’s some big job fair coming up next week. A woman who works for Career Services told me I should be sure to go, and be sure to dress professionally.

I told her I’m an art student, and this is professional.