art in boston

this past weekend, the boo came to visit so i decided it would be the perfect time to check out the os gemeos exhibit at the ica with my good friend. my pics can't do the exhibit justice - the colors, patterns, paintings, installations...it was really exciting.

i took more pics but these are my favorites.

we also checked out the art in the rest of the galleries:

i really loved these two sculptures. the one on the left was a hanging sculpture made of fragments from a building fire and the one on the right was in the elevator shaft. 

 i was a total geek for these mirrored chandelier sculptures. they were designed after chandeliers in the metropolitan opera house and look like galaxies. i like art where i can see myself in it.

after roaming around the museum, we also decided to find the os gemeos street art around boston. 

 the size of this was amazingly impressive.

 i had fun walking up to this wall and touching the art.

i wish i could paint like os gemeos. love.

9/11

i have to be honest - in my selfishness of being at school, i completely forgot that tomorrow is the 11th anniversary of 9/11.

and now...

well, now i feel really strange being away from ny, my home. i'm miles and miles away from what i understand and know and it feels strange. i feel lost.

usually people talk about where they were and what they were doing when the planes hit. after 11 year, it's still too fresh for me to really do that. what i will say is that being in brooklyn when it happened changed my life. and i have never felt the type of fear that i felt that day. i hope other people, especially the young people in my family and everyone else's family, never ever experience what we experienced that day.

my move in pics

it's really pretty here.

and so it has begun

that's right, ladies and gentlemen - the school year has officially started! you're looking at a lady who stepped foot into a classroom after being out of school for (GASP) 8 years. i worry that i won't be able to keep up, that the readings won't make any sense, that my writing will suck. and then i remember. i got into this place. i think i'll be fine.

i am taking the awesomest classes (more about that later), meeting really amazing people, and feeling inspired by all of my professors already. sometimes i wonder, "is this really my life now?"

but i have to admit that i am missing home more than i ever imagined. leaving the place that has been my home for my entire life has really turned life upside down. sometimes i wonder:
how did i ever make it in ny?
how did i ever make friends!?
how did i ever discovere the bars that i love and the restaurants i will never find anywhere else?
is that all going to be possible here?
i know that this may seem extreme since this experience will only be for 9 months, but it really has me thinking...all of the ny transplants - i salute you! it certainly can't be easy to make a new life in a huge city like ny! but...it gives me hope that my new life will be just as rewarding and that i will learn more about this city in the 9 months that i will be here than any other city.

i might possibly be rambling right now. i've been waking up way before my alarm goes off for no apparent reason. if anyone knows how to stop that from happening, i am all ears.

and just to prove that i am still alive and kicking here in boston, that pic above is for you!