I can see the future, and it is bright

For a quick update, i have applied to one school and only one school to be an art teacher.  I was looking for a future, not just a job.  Through this fun application of shaving, getting dressed up for interviews, and explaining everything i stand for, i impressed the faculty and staff.  Through 3 interviews and 60 applicants, i am now the high school art teacher at Manheim Central.  I will be replacing my long time mentor who has taught me for more then 10 years through my life.  I will be teaching with one of my good friends and amazing teachers, Dan Cook.

I have a studio in my garage, am buying a house, and for all i know, living the life i've always dreamed of.  So, philly/lancaster, i will not be going anywhere for quite sometime.  If you are an artist and interested in giving a guest lecture, please let me know.  I will be running a weekly artist lecture series for my students and would love to have fellow peers and artists come and inspire my students with their love for art and life.

Be in touch, link me to your work, tell me how life is, call me.  I want to know what the future holds for all those around.

A huge thanks to the faculty, friends, and family who have supported me through my dream.  I owe you everything.



Where is home?  i am constantly unsure of where i belong.  I exist for certain amounts of time in certain areas, but it's not home.  I was raised in Lancaster, but is this home?  I struggle to find the true context of the here and now that i live.  As i sleep on floors, beds, tents, wherever, i never feel at home.   I am beginning to correlate the relative 'home' feeling with the surroundings i find myself in.  The things that make me feel at home comes to be a list of places, people, and things...
-my computer
-my job

things that i wish i could merge into one place and call home.  However impossible i wish to one day sit on a beach with her in my arms, knowing this is home.  Or maybe on a mountain or a city.

For now... this is home