i'm working on this poster for the UROP symposium in just over a week and i'm going to use one of these graphics for my project...which one should i use? i'm not a graphic designer, so don't hate. i was just playing around with illustrator, so like i said...i'm not too picky and perfectionistic, i just need to decide which one to use. thanksees.
maybe someday one of my lovely tech-savvy friends will show me how to use computer-y things as i so wish. until that happens i think i'm going to give up for a while.
ps the way that this separates text is completely arbitrary and annoying...why doesn't anything show up like it appears here, once it's posted?!
this stupid thing still won't let me put text before image, so i just went crazy and posted a bunch of my mom's photos from the 70s. i'll probably continue posting more and seeing if i can get this lame program to read my mind. or to figure out how to read the program's mind, rather.
even though blogging is supposedly "easy," i do not agree to this consensus people have seemed to form. i've had this crap for a long time, and still haven't figured it out. so now i'm going to fool around with it for a while until i learn. for example, in the last post i made, the text was being frustrating as hell to move the cursor around, then when it posted, it was all funny. so bear with me, as i experiment with "clicking this does that" for quite a while. i'm just going to post a fuckload of random pictures to see how it all works. then i'll probably delete them. but noone reads this anyways, so it doesn't matter.
this series of images were taken from the homes of family members on both sides of my family, on different sides of the world. part are from wisconsin, part are from serbia. having a small immediate family, i often feel a lack of the comfort associated with large, close families. however, whenever i visit the homes of my grandparents in wisconsin, or my aunts and uncles in serbia, i feel a strong rootedness to collective and personal pasts and a sense of belonging that is hard to come by in my day to day life. these houses, like the families they have sheltered, have bore witness to decades of monumental changes, from the death of an predominantly agricultural nation, to the dismantling of yugoslavia. through sometimes volatile and unpredictable times, these spaces have withstood rough tides, and rather, reflect to a greater extent the gentle rhythms of everyday life, carving and sculpting upon a space. despite being from vastly different corners of the world, i'm often startled by how similarly these households, from opposite sides of my family, from different parts of the globe, relate to one another, as i cherish the timelessness of these personal sanctuaries.