1/23


I graduated last Saturday so I now officially have my MFA.

Twenty four straight months of reading, writing, thinking, photographing, processing, printing, framing, articulating and ultimately defending my work is now complete. I can finally exhale.

About a year ago a friend wondered if I thought my work would better or worse when I finished this program. I wondered myself. Right up until the very end as I wrestled with different theories and comments from various faculty members. It was not an easy process and it stirred up difficult feelings about myself, my life, my values and my work. Many times it felt pointless and I thought about quitting hundreds of times.

Now that's it over is my work better?
I think so.
Definitely.