Forrest, kind one that he is, has moved bossanova to a new server, which means also my blog moved to a new server, which meant, for a time, that I didn't actually know the password to my blog, which lead to a long period of not updating it while the comment spammers splattered messages about C1AL!S!! and P3N15 ENLARGEMENT all over the place. Now I'm tidying up and trying to actually do something with my website for the first time in six months. Six months.
A lot has happened since my last post.
I graduated with Honors from Art Center College of Design. I got married. I went to northern California with my husband (husband!) and relaxed and rode horses and did everything touristy I never did when I lived there. I learned how to take apart a Vandercook 4 proof press and put it back together again. I had a mega giant garage sale in which we sold about 300 pounds of records and almost all my books and everything we ever took to Burning Man (which means we will have to buy it all again when we inevitably decide we're going back one more time after all). Miz Beca had a beautiful baby girl named Annika, for whom I made baby announcements - my first press run. I found a studio space in Santa Barbara, which means there is no longer any reason for me to be in LA, and if there was any question of whether I should stay or not, over Labor Day weekend a drunk driver crashed through my front gate, totalling my housemate's parked car, the entire front fence, a concrete block wall, and the only tree left in the entire yard - well, that made my mind up for me.
So alas, I'm no longer an Angeleno.
I'm not sure whether that means I'm retiring this blog, or changing it to something else, or starting something different altogether. Looking back on my old entries, I'm realizing how much it actually motivated me to do more creative work so I'd have something to post. Now that I'm out of school I think I'll need that outside motivation even more - in the six months since I graduated, I've scarcely picked up my camera other than to take pictures of my lovely niece, and other than the relatively consistent series of unglamorous design projects I've done since, I haven't really done anything to further my career as a photographer, designer or artist.
I think that should start to change soon, though. The electricity gets turned on this Thursday, the press arrives next Tuesday. I'll have an actual studio for the first time, ever. 300 square feet of tiny creative oasis.
Let's hope this works.