2017-05-18
My first drawing in my first sketchbook. My seat on the airplane from SEA to SFO! A sketch from PDT. During sessions, I would switch between sketching the presenters and taking notes. This sketch turned out to be a combination of multiple speakers in one day because I ran out of time. “Made...
Read More2017-04-21
Oceans of grass fill the sandy valley, rippling and bobbing in the evening breeze. The call to prayer echoes throughout the hills, coming and going in waves. There is a smattering of grey-brown houses and half built structures speckled throughout the sand. There is one grey-brown house situated in the bottom of the valley. There...
Read More2017-02-27
I’ve been keeping a list in my journal of some of the random good stuff that I have experienced here in Senegal. Each of these moments gave me an indescribable feeling, when I need it most. The list altogether serves as a reminder of my intentions this year and why I am here. 1 A...
Read More2016-12-03
Week 10 My family won’t let me go out by myself past seven, because c’est ne pas sur. Even walking home around noon from the high school where I teach English, I can almost always guarantee that I will be followed by at least one boy or man, asking for my phone number, my...
Read More2016-09-09
My phone alarm was set for 6:45 AM. After ignoring the incessant ringing for a few minutes, I dragged myself out of bed and put on my running clothes. I struggled to lock my door and eventually left without locking it. I was late to meet my friend Niles – we were going for a...
Read More2016-08-25
These first few days have been a continuous reminder that although I might not want to be here all of the time, this is exactly where I need to be. With each passing session and conversation, I feel more and more strongly that this is where I should be. And that I am on the...
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