I can’t remember how old I was when my train of thought…

Today two horrifically great things happened:

1. A belated birthday package arrived for me in the mail, containing 20 (19 + 1 for good luck) stamps, pretty PRETTY notecards, $20, and a wonderful card.

2. I got a plane ticket HOME for Spring Break! I am a little worried at:
a. Flying home on Friday, the 13th.
b. Going home when I have SO MUCH work to do here.
c. Ending up in Chicago only to find that everything has changed.

It’s also weird that I am writing in outline format. I can’t remember how old I was when my train of thought became outlines, folders, desktop items. When did I stop thinking about colors and began thinking of shapes, lines? Now it’s all subconscious but I catch myself sometimes, drawing. When did I stop seeing a tree and start seeing Global Warming, recycling commercials, and charcoal outlines of things I realized I would never be able to reproduce on paper?

The other night, I spent 4 hours shooting my film, and another 3 or so helping a friend shoot hers. I know I was nervous before, but at some point, probably with the camera, crooked and just under my elbow, laying at an angle that cranks my neck to one side, watching my friends-turned-actors reherse that made me realize: this is great.

I want to do this forever.

Because here, I see colors, not lines, and ideas and concepts and somehow…it’s like something I lost. And found. And now I get to keep it. And that, is a good day.

-Katche