Uh, So What's Next?

Good question. I overnighted my last project to Steve Ross at 1 University Station B7500, Austin TX 78712-0222. I called the school of architecture to make sure that if I sent it to them and addressed it to Steve Ross, that it would be put in his mailbox. The girl confirmed twice. Yesterday, package with me at the post office. Today, package with her at UTSOA.

When I wrote my Independent Architectural Theory course, I had this idea in my head of having this fantastic portfolio at the end of the semester filled with pictures and cool graphic stuff--things that only my best friends/worst enemies photoshop and indesign could do for me. Things changed. Instead, I used the basics, nothing fancy: my two hands (and my mom's), scissors, markers, crayons, glue, and paper.

I submitted something, but not a portfolio. It's my messy collection of words and words, printed, cut, and pasted; it's like a scrapbook/scratchbook/journal. I didn't re-edit my grammar/spelling/word choice or anything like that. When reading through it, I FORGOT TO CAPITALIZE, use the wrong spellings or couldn't spell--faults that smart word processors work to correct and cover up. Somehow, I have too many to handle. They are like spots on a Dalmatian.

I've been learning. This blog has been good. I think I'm going to start a blog about my modeling, the part of my life I left architecture to purse but almost wholly and systematically edited out of this space. So far, all I've got is the name. 'Shoot Me! A Model's Musings...' I think it's cute. It should be interesting.

Bri

p.s. I finally found my camera, so I may or may not decide to post the pictures it's held hostage.