This past Sunday, I was crocheting a baby blanket while sitting near my bedroom window. I heard the familiar sounds of the route 30 bus pulling up to a stop
Illustration by Jay Bowman. Just imagine the following scenario. I’m shooting the breeze with a friend. The conversation is as free and easy as shooting fish in a barrel. I
Illustration by Jay Bowman. I never imagined that I would see them waddling through the Hub, past the second floor classrooms and the interior design department all the way out
A couple months ago I did one of the bravest things I’ve ever done — I shaved off all my hair. I called the woman who had been lovingly wrestling
A static screen, a blank canvas, an empty room, a yard of muslin, a clean sheet of paper. Any one of these things can be a portal to a cosmic
As a little girl growing up in Northern California, I counted on terrestrial radio stations to hip me to new music. Back in the 80s, it seemed as if those
"Forget politics: it has nothing to do with you and any time or energy you invest in it is wasted time and energy you could be using productively to learn
Recently, I attended Critical Mass: Surviving the Art Critique which was a workshop put on by Bradford Coleman of our on-campus student counseling center. I was prepared to hear tips
Illustration by Catlin R Scroggie. I hate Halloween. Yes, I’m one of those terrible people that would rather be alone with my books and my music and my vices than
Illustration by Jay Bowman. I’m just going to come right out and say it: we SCAD Atlanta artists seem to have a communication problem. I don’t know if it’s because