Thursday, September 30, 2010


I did not want to wake up this morning.   The light was streaming in the windows and I had just found the perfect spot in my bed, curled up under blankets with my face in best pillow dent imaginable.  It was glorious.  I hit snooze on my alarm about a dozen times because my body kept begging me for five more minutes.  There is always that part of you that seriously considers for a moment....not going.  Not moving.   Not getting to school or to work.  That moment where you picture how possible, how easy it would be to just stay.

But, there is one class I always, always, always get up for.  I would not miss my book arts class for the world.  I'm truly falling in love with it.  Before I got here, I had a general direction of where I wanted to take my major.  Eventually I wanted to write and illustrate childrens books....but I was also so interested in many other things.  Paper art, binding, dyes and waxes, prints and linoleum cuts, paper marbling, painting, glass blowing, pottery throwing.....I wanted to do it all.  (I still do.)  I felt sort of lost because I was so unfocused and scatterbrained.  I'm still scatterbrained...but now I feel like my book arts class is giving me direction and purpose.  It's tying together the things I love most.  I can create, illustrate, build and bind and make my own paper AND write.  I love it.  There are so many possibilities.

We made our own decorative paper this morning with a wheat starch mix and acrylic based paints.  I had to stop myself eventually.  I could have done it all day...


It was a pretty straight forward project, but the idea of creating a book or a piece with originally hand decorated paper is especially cool.  I used any tool I could find...lace, bubble wrap, plastic bags all scrunched up.  Hopefully, I'm going to try and learn how to make actual recycled paper.  (Whether or not my professor teaches it)  Sometime this week I'll post pictures of a few binded/accordian books I've made.

After a quick break for lunch (I am the master of grilled cheese) I headed back to the studios to go to painting class.  It's a beginners class, sometimes tediously so.  But I'm really trying to find some discipline and learn the right way, even if my brain isn't being as stimulated or challenged as it could be.  I like the process that comes with conceptual works....painting one meaningless still life after another is hard to be patient with.  But that in itself is a challenge.  To find meaning in the mundane.  Your own art should teach you. Right now, in painting, it is teaching me patience.

We had to do our very first self portrait today.  It was a rub-out technique where you coat the canvas in a base color and use cloth to pull it away, creating lights out of a middle grey....and then darkening again in the spaces needed.  It's a push and pull sort of project.  And self portraits are hard. I'm not particularly happy with mine, but it was a learning experience.  I can't tell if it actually looks like me.


Oh well.  I tried.  There are plenty more projects to come and I'm excited for all of them.   I don't know what plans are on tonight, but.....the weekend has begun.  Time for more adventuring.   I'm thinking the Uffizi tomorrow and maybe a hike in Cinque terra on saturday.  I hope I can find some live music to go see tonight.  I love it here.

I miss you.  I hope this blog finds you somewhere happy.

Love, Hayden



Sunday, September 26, 2010

Milano!


I fear for the length of this blog when I think about all the things I've seen in the past two days. I hope you'll forgive me if I tend to ramble....but there ARE a ton of pictures.  (As well as a bunch more on my camera)  So I'm hoping that will make up for the amount of blah-blah-blah-ing that may take place here.   :)

I got up early on Friday morning to grab my backpack and head down to the train station.  I'd like to think that I'm in training to become a master in the art of packing lightly.  I'm getting pretty good at it with all these weekend trips.  Minimalist living is really growing on me.  There is something really special about recognizing how little it takes to make your way through an adventure.  The material aspect of being an explorer becomes a smaller and smaller percentage in the big picture.  I like it.


(Me and Laura.  She mah fraaan.)

We took a Eurostar train for about an hour and forty five minutes before arriving in Milan.  I love trains.  Not only are they peaceful and comfortable, but there are huge windows with long  stretches of Italian countryside or cityscapes outside them.  I almost love it as much as I love being on boats.  I'd rather take a train than a plane any day.  From the train we took a few subway rides to the center of Milan.  


Inside the center is where some of the main day time events took place.  The stores surrounding the show platform are places like Prada and Louis Vuitton.  Important I guess?  Ugly handbags if I do say so myself....but what do I know.

(Hahaha....I can hear some of my fashionista friends gasping "blasphemy!" now.  Sorry guys.)


This bull is kind of a funny story.  All around the center, there are mosaic crests of different Italian cities in the floor.  The bull represent Torino, Milan's industrial rival.  It's considered good luck to stomp on the balls of the Torino bull.  As you can see....the Milanese went to town on this poor bull's goods.


That's us standing in front of Milan's duomo.  Take a look at this baby... Mariae Nascenti.

 

Out of the whole weekend, going inside Mariae Nascenti was one of the greatest highlights.  The group had some down time and the group of us broke up to explore on our own.  Sam and I chose to go inside the church before hitting the shops.  (Both of us were super intimidated by just window shopping.  Yikes.  You don't shop in Milan.  You go bankrupt there.)

The lighting didn't allow for the best pictures, and even if you could see clearly, it still would not do this place justice.  It was magnificent.  It was enormous.  It was....moving.  It was strange for me, but I felt very emotional in this place.  Cathedrals and giant, ornate churches have always impressed me, but never moved me.  In my mind, spaces like that feel cluttered and tied to the ground.  I used to feel as if the space for God had become a glorified box to visit when we felt obligated to pray.  Instead, places like the Adirondack mountains, or the ocean, or the countryside in Casentino....those places moved me.  Natural, beautiful, vast spaces that allowed even just the enormity of the idea of God.

But this church was different.  I can't even tell you why or how. I don't know.  It just felt deeper. It brought me to a place I didn't know I needed to go.  I had spent the whole week worrying about what I might wear, or how I would fit in.  I wrecked my self esteem with worry about how someone like me would be seen in the fashion capital of the world.  As I sat, sobbing, in this enormous church, I realized that my vision had not been beyond myself.  I was shocked and surprised at how emotional I suddenly was - I hate crying in public.  But this place just realigned me.  It put my mind back into a place of gratitude instead of place of painful self awareness.  I felt loved when I was completely alone.  

And that, is why no one can convince me that God does not exist.  I'm not a bible hugger, I've never claimed a religion, and I don't go to church as often as I probably should.  But I feel God.  I LOVE God.

And there's nothing anyone can do about that.  So there.


We stopped in the center to see a quick spring line fashion show.  It was a fun little preview of the night ahead of us.

Um....ciaooooooo.

Speaking of good looking men...look!  It's the italian James Bond!   

After the show, we took the subway back to our hotel, where we took some time to get ready for a night out.  :)


I think, for a dirty hippy art student....I cleaned up okay.  We all grabbed our umbrellas and headed to apertivo at Cafe Victoria.  Apertivo is a great way to grab a bite here in Italy.  A lot of places offer it.  For the price of a drink, you can hit up a buffet of sorts.  Plenty of great dishes to try.  I had Brusecco, which is a sort of sparkling white wine, with a plate of some awesome food I can't remember the name of. 

the gang :)

After dinner was the big show!!!  The had dancers perform first to some roaring classical music - which perfectly matched the weather.  It rained on us the entire night.  The clothes were gorgeous, the models were spectacular looking bean poles, and there was even a classic slip of the boob.  Poor girl's clothes did not agree with the wind.  The cat calls that followed were hilarious.  Props to her for not batting an eye lash and working it down the run way anyway.
Look how close we were!

The show went by much quicker than we expected, so we spent the night wandering and checking out a few cool places.  Which of course included gelato.

We checked out some live jazz/weird american pop cover music at a club afterwards, but we didn't end up being to impressed with the scene.  We went back to the hotel and crashed - hard.  It was a long day.  The next morning we were up and at it again.  We spent the day checking out some stores and exhibits.  The stores were ridiculous.  The outlets we visited didn't have much under a grand.  I touched a lot of insanely expensive things though, and that was more than enough for me.  And hell yes I sprayed expensive perfume samples all over myself before leaving the stores.  It felt so foreign to me to even window shop in such expensive places.  So we baby shopped and then went to see Jack Jaselli and the Good Vibes Foundation play some good music at the center.  Muchhhh better than the pop culture disaster the night before.  I was happy :)


(Inside Io Corso Como - AMAZING shop.  Art books, clothes, shoes, perfumes, a beautiful photo gallery inside...this place awesome.  They didn't really allow photos in the store, so here is the link if you want to check it out!)


There was also a beautiful photo exhibit by Loretta Lux.  Here's her site:




It was a jam packed two days.  It was like the New York City of Italy.  I've never been a big city kind of girl, but I most certainly appreciated every minute of this trip.  Milan was magic.  The train home was a beautiful ride, and lucky for me I remembered my ipod.  It was an Iron &Wine/Sigur Ros/Dinah Washington kind of ride. 

I'm glad to be back at our apartment with one more day to rest up before another big week of school.  The school days and studio times are long, so its nice to have the weekends to pioneer through the country.  Also!  Exciting news!  Fall break is fast approaching in the end of October.  I do believe it's time to say hello to the UK.  Ireland, Scotland and London...prepare yourselves for a an empty pocketed chick with a camera :)

Hello, world. My name is Hayden.  I will rock you.

Sending Love to you....remember to pass it on.  Hug yourself and pretend its me.

Love, Hayd


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

faking fashion.

So, it turns out that our professors were able to throw together one extra field trip: MILAN FOR FASHION WEEK!!!!!

Holy schmokes.  It's a once in a life time opportunity.  Milano Moda Donna Spring Summer 2011 Ready to Wear Fashion Week.  What the hell?  This is yet another one of those "how-did-I-get-here" moments.  If you had told me four years ago that I would be in Milan experiencing fashion week I would have told you to go take your meds and have a nap, silly.



Beautiful, right?  Well, here's the thing........I have no idea what the hell to wear.  Obviously, we don't have to wear a ball gown and jeans are more than acceptable...b-b-but...I'm clueless.   And i'm afraid I'll feel out of place.  In fact, as I looked at all of the gorgeous pictures....and even walking down the street in Santa Croce tonight I felt hyper aware of how well dressed everyone is.  I know I don't look bad.  But I couldn't help but have a tiny moment of feeling like the dirty hippy foreign student with a backpack.  This is what my face did when I got online tonight to find some inspiration.   Instead I found prices.


It looks like no matter how much I've tried to resist shopping....I'm going to need to put something together...and fast.  I'm nervous.  I don't want to look like an idiot.  The more I walk around and see what people are wearing here in Florence, the more I want to shop.  The clothes are fantastic.  Expensive for sure....but fantastic. But I think just maybe I can pull something off on a baby budget.  I'm an art student for Christ's sake.  We LIVE on baby budgets.  I'll make it work.  I've been pinching pennies and eating nutella and jelly sandwiches for a week straight  (the classic 30 cent meal)...I think I deserve to shop.

Some days I need to pinch myself extra hard to even begin to believe I'm here.  You know....SCREW worrying about money or clothes or blah blah blah.  I'm so....HERE right now.  And loving every moment.  I could go NAKED and be immensely happy.

.....Scratch that.  Not happening.  Happy shopping.  :)

Love, Hayden

P.S.  Figure drawing inside the Medici Chapels blew my ever-loving mind today.  If we were allowed to take pictures, I would have.  Mostly I was just peeing my pants staring at Michelangelos all over the place.  IS THIS REAL LIFE!!!???