I’m in the midst of sorting through my things, purging a majority of it, for the move to Pullman. Moving is such a weird thing. You’re purposely displacing yourself, usually for a good reason, but out of your own free will. You bring the stress on yourself and the best way to combat it is so take your time. I’m making my way slowly through every box, packing each book and trinket with the utmost care.
But as I’m doing all of this, climbing my way through bubble wrap and newsprint, I find myself already researching another move. I haven’t even bought my plane ticket to Washington and I’m already planning my escape post-graduation. And wouldn’t you know, it’s south again? Except this time, south of the border.
Welcome friends, let me introduce you to my newest scheme: Oaxaca, Mexico. Google it. It’s simply amazing. Nestled between its’ ocean and mountains happens to not only be a vivacious art community, but most importantly for me, is a stellar printmaking community. For this next summer I will begin looking into travel grants that will take me to Oaxaca to research their art community, economy, and crime rate. I would like to stay there for three months meeting with printshop owners and simultaneously learning Spanish. Depending on how that trip goes, Oaxaca seems like a place I would like to live at least for a little while. The land there with its ruins and beautiful churches seems like a place that could foster incredible stories and creative resources.
I’m sure Pullman will be lovely, but two years is a long time.