some pictures, finally.

I've been trying for weeks to put up more pictures but I can't so instead here is an update on me: I look pretty much the same. I wear lots of clothes that I've made here. I listen to Swedish music and little indie chilean bands and hiphop like it was 10th grade. I spend a lot of time in the kitchen in the middle of the night staining all of the kitchen pots solferino and turquesa with bright colored dye and that's probably what they'll remember me for when I leave here. I like to find sunny spots on the lawn of the art campus to read Pablo Neruda's memoirs and imagine that Chile really is like that. Sometimes I make funny pieces of artwork with things I've found in the street that illustrate parts of my dreams. Sometimes my dreams are so good I don't wake up until 2pm. But every time I have woken up early it's been cold and foggy until noon so I don't think I'm really missing anything. I like reading about performance art and the feminist movement in Latin America as well as articles professors post on reserveweb. As always, my room is full of lists and unrealized plans for projects and goals. it's also a mess. I haven't done laundry in a month and I'm running out of clothes. I had fleas 2 weeks ago that I got from the hostal in Buenos Aires but I got rid of them and only got 5 bites. I pick fresh fruit from trees in the street everywhere I go and mostly live on fruit and vegetables and desserts that I bake. Everyone laughs at me when we have barbeques because I fill the grill up with asparagus and zucchini and then for dessert have a bowl of cherries. I'm excited about working on a farm even though I know I'm romanticizing it. I miss home and fall and my family and everyone and sometimes more than anything I want to just come home but I also equally love doing this and am really happy about all of it.