I finished my final paper today. It was an incredibly emotional experience. I didn't expect the tears of joy. I sat in front of my computer screen exhausted reflecting on the journey. I have lost a lot along the way. I have gained even more. I never dreamed of how many texts I would have to read or papers that would need written when I signed up for my first classes back in 2011. I have pushed past fears and pain to reach this point. The journey I realize is now ready to begin in earnest. We will give most of our things away. Pack up the few things we consider worth dragging across country and in faith believe that there is a wonderful future awaiting us. After 5 years of assignments and critiques my art has changed. I now shift through a different set of perimeters when I think about what to create next. I have learned how to work through a concept and visually approach what I wish to say. I still like pretty things. I like playful visuals that make us think about serious subjects. It will be interesting to see how that works out through the years. One thing for sure is I am ready to paint, draw, construct and write my way through a stack of ideas that I left on the cutting room floor while completing my degree. Art world here I come.