I feel as if I have been in artistic hibernation these past nine months. Applying to graduate school was my last scrounge and scrape to get me through the long, dark winter. Then, in March, like the ground hog poking it’s head out at the first sun, I realized that Spring was nigh. Right now I am like the sleepy bear rumbling around in it’s damp dark cave groggy with a fierce hunger in my belly. I am HUNGRY, but I am weary. Like learning to walk again after a serious injury, my mind starts to focus as I amble blindly into the light.
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