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Saturday May 27th, 2017

We got to Musée d’Orsay (which again, I will be calling Dorsay because one I’m lazy but two it sounds more like an appropriate and affectionate pet name) around 9:30 am. Paris was quiet and cool, and we got to cross and see the river and streets before they grew wild with travelers and pedestrians like ourselves. Because we were so early, and such a large group, we were miraculously allowed inside the museum before they actually officially opened.

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As a result, we got to explore the quiet old railroad station, unencumbered by the crowd. And it was magical. You know that scene from Pride and Prejudice where Lizzy (Keira Knightley) slowly wanders around all those beautiful white marble statues while piano music plays? This was the closest I’ve ever gotten to that.

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We got lost for a while, wandering in and out of and between the various statues and paintings and rooms. We went upstairs, downstairs, back again.

At one point, we found an old ballroom full of chandeliers and mirrors where we twirled and twirled for a bit, pretending that we were princesses and that this was where we lived. It wouldn’t have been a bad arrangement.Then we finally kept going up, and up, and up, to what inexplicably felt like the main event on the fifth floor. It was the Impressionist exhibit.

I have always loved Impressionism. It’s my favorite painting style and movement, I think. When we learned about it in art class, I always got so excited. We got to do timed Van Gogh drawings and recreate Monet paintings.

I even loved the cheesy movies we watched on those awful rolling television carts in middle school, movies about Degas painting the ballerinas and sculpting the Little Dancer, about Renoir and his fierce competitive streak. The acting was terrible, no question. But they made the artists and their subjects real, alive. Also, Mr. Cooper, my amazing art teacher, was always so enthusiastic about them and how bad but good they were, and I think that kind of fervor catches on.

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The fact that I knew something about the artists, perhaps, made seeing their works even more special. Learning about things, having a context and background to them, always does that. Or maybe I was just so happy and into this exhibit because the paintings are so lovely. I love the style and mood of Impressionism, as I said. I love seeing the light, the paint and brushstrokes, the airiness.

Or maybe it was also because literally every painting was more famous and familiar than the last. Literally every single one. The poppy field? Waterlillies? The freaking Renoir girl that Lorelai Gilmore dresses up as in the Stars Hollow Festival of Living Art? The Degas ballerinas and practice statues? I was freaking out. It is, in fact, also possible to fangirl over paintings.

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Regardless, I was in awe and in love.

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After spending an eternity amongst the Impressionists, I wandered back downstairs to find my friends. In doing so, I also found Van Gogh, the Surrealists, and a handful of other abstract and brilliant masters.

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And then, after another little bit, it was time to leave.

I got a tote bag because I was tired of carrying my water bottle and brochures everywhere. I bought postcards and continued to fangirl over the wonderful place I had just visited.

Even when we all boarded the train that would whisk us away to Versailles, my mind and heart were still focused on the little train station-turned art museum. This had been my favorite art museum of the trip yet, maybe one of my favorites ever. And that is the pillar upon which it would and has remained. I loved, and will love, Dorsay and all that we saw and did there.

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The Adventures of Lauren & Stank

On Saturday, January 28th, I met Christine (affectionately called “Stank” since some time around tenth grade) in West Midtown for our very favorite meal of the day. Our favorite because it’s Leslie Knope’s favorite, mostly, but also because it’s dang delicious.

We ate brunch at West Egg, which I had never been to before. We waited outside in the sunshine for a good thirty minutes, but it was extremely worth it. It also gave us a chance to catch up, and I got to know her friend who was visiting too. We were all rewarded for our patience, not just with each others’ company, but with delicious food and wonderful weather. And coffee.

After breakfast, we wandered around the area for a bit. We saw a tiny coffee shop made out of a shipping container, saw shops and cool urban-looking renovations. We then found the murals. The blue one is outside of Bartaco off of Howell Mill, and it was right beside the Merchant, a cute stationery shop that we promptly visited next. After saying goodbye to the new friend, I took the old to the West Side Cultural Arts Center right down the street. I had been there once before, but was pleasantly surprised by how close it was.

It was a lovely morning (or early afternoon?) full of lovely weather, great friends, awesome street art, and amazing food. It was such a treat to be able to explore new places and get to see one of my oldest and best friends, and I can’t wait to do it again soon.

Homecoming, Man!

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It has been several months now, but Georgia Tech’s annual homecoming was an absolute blast. I am a homecoming-kind of gal. I love it. I love the events, the game, the competitions

I wanted to take part in the Homecoming festivities, because Homecoming at my high school was HUGE and I loved it. I was a little worried that I wouldn’t be able to, because I’m not Greek and didn’t know about any other teams competing. However, there are teams for each of the dorm quads too! There are many more organizations involved than you may think, and anyone who wants to get involved—like me— is able to!

This being said, I helped out with chalking, painting windows, and designing and painting our quad’s banner. I also attended the carnival-themed events, which were fun too!

My favorite of all of these activities was definitely chalking. It took place on Friday, around lunchtime, and the atmosphere on Tech Walkway was indescribable.

It felt like fall for the first time this season, and people from all over campus had come together to get messy and creative amongst the leaves blowing along the sidewalk. Passersby meandered to and from lunch, stopping to watch and talk. I saw my friends, chalked with friends, made new friends. Someone was playing ACDC because it somehow related to the jungle theme, but no one was questioning it. It such a special experience. It was one of those times that feels almost unreal, like a scene in a movie. I mean, there was even background music.img_0476img_0482img_0471

The following Saturday was game day.

Before that, however, were the Freshman Cake Race and the Homecoming parade…which I accidentally slept through. Yeah, that was bad. I had been so busy for the past week though, what with late night Starbucks runs and cram essay-writing sessions, that it all caught up to me. It was a much-needed reprieve.

img_0616-1The Homecoming football game against Duke, though, a mere five or so hours later, was a blast. It was the big game, bigger than the Cornwall game in She’s the Man.

I sat closer to the field than I ever had before. So close, in fact, that I could actually see the football! (WILD!) (I usually block on the second level of the stadium with a different fraternity.) It was a really exciting game, but I’m still not sure if it was just the game or that I saw more of it than usual.

My high school AP Literature teacher (and favorite human being in the world) came to the game too! We caught up and nerded out over books and talked about school and life and etc. It was so sweet to see her.

And, to top everything off…WE WON! GO JACKETS! Duke didn’t know what hit them. (Duke the school/team, not Duke Channing Tatum. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.) It was hot, but I was happy.

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After the game, it was back to reality. Well, sort of. My friend and I tried to work, but were quickly distracted and/or exhausted. Our productivity was doomed. So we went into Halloweekend mode instead.

What exactly did this “Halloweekend mode” entail? In the spirit of trick-or-treating…you’ll have to just wait for my next blog post to find out!

Until then…do you like…cheese?

 

Paper, Clay, and Clouds

img_9054Want to know an artsy place at Tech? Paper and Clay. Want to know a really inconvenient place at Tech? Paper and Clay.

Don’t get me wrong. I really like it. It’s basically an open studio with pottery wheels and tables in the back, shelfs to the high ceiling stacked with art in various stages of finality. But it’s so far away.

It’s on the third floor of the student center, hidden in a back hallway corner. It’s a maze to get to. And my piece has taken so many trips back and forth to finish. (That’s probably why it’s bugged me, honestly.)img_9047

Each time I have gone, I have thoroughly enjoyed myself. I’ve been able to relax for a moment, take a break from my busy day. I’ve let my mind drift off, then snapped it back to eavesdrop on some very interesting conversations. (It’s a small room. That’s why I’ve met a ton of cool people there, too.)

So yeah. Arts at Tech? It’s everywhere, but Paper and Clay is one sure FIRE place to get your hands in it, whether you think you’re an artist or not.

 

Beltline Blues and Roommate News

I love the Beltline. I love the art, the urban atmosphere, the market nearby…I love it all. So when my roommate mentioned going with a group of our friends the weekend before classes started, I jumped at the idea. I had missed it, as I hadn’t been since earlier in the summer, despite its being right down the road.

I also thought that I’d use it as an opportunity to bond with my roommate and get to know her better. We talked, joked, and explored. We also figured out how to Marta there and back together. This immediately solidifies any relationship, I’m convinced.

It was a lovely afternoon, after which I only sort-of felt gross from eating so much ice cream, knew how to use Marta A LOT better, and was much closer to my hilarious and wonderful roommate. I was also even more excited about starting the full school year the following week.

Arts@Tech Ambassadors

This semester I became an Arts@Tech Ambassador. This is likely my favorite organization that I am a part of; its goals and values mean so much to me, and I love all of the people who I have met through it. We have worked for the past semester to create a more artistic atmosphere on Georgia Tech’s campus. This includes bringing more art to students, developing events that will get students involved and allow them to showcase their talents, even create art ourselves. We have worked on several projects, such as an arts fair and a Piano for Peace, to highlight the creativity that is often pushed to the side or background as students go from chemistry lab to computer science class. We want to do things that are fun, but also things that last, things that will allow future generations of Tech students to feel comfortable and creative and happy here too. I have absolutely loved being a part of this goal this semester, and I look forward to continuing being an Arts@Tech Ambassador for years to come.

As one of our introductory activities at the beginning of this year, we went on a morning-long retreat to the Goat Farm in North West Atlanta, an artsy district that I had never been to before. The Goat Farm itself houses acres of studio spaces, inspiration havens, a really cool coffee shop selling real mate at “however much you think it should cost,” and goats. Real goats and fields, in the middle of  urban Atlanta. This outing was a lot of fun, as we not only got to visit some place new and artistically stimulating, but we got to meet our teammates and fellow ambassadors for the first time too. It was such a special experience and a great way to go into the many tasks would would come to tackle during the semester and subsequent years ahead.

Color & (Pop) Culture Crazy

Sometimes, when you go home for three weeks, you find old line doodles hidden in notebooks half-buried and forgotten on your nightstand. Sometimes, it’s a good idea to pretend that they’re your very own, home-made, completely customized coloring pages. Sometimes…img_4669