December 13th

Presenting my change in mood and painting style after writing a 14 page paper on the historical significance of calligraphic line in HonorĂ© Daumier’s watercolor pieces.

Joe Schmo Is My Genius (and I Can Work with That)

  Astoria, Queens I finally got around to reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic and I’ve been thinking about ideas. I’ve entertained this topic before on this blog. My updated stance on the matter is as follows: My ability to generate ideas has improved significantly. Doing so isn’t even daunting anymore. I write down the ridiculous…

Same Shoes

  Hello, hello! This is Vika. It has been a while. Three or four months, I believe. That is a bit lame and vaguely unsettling. Just last year, I was certain that my motive for updating this site and blog in no way concerned the requirements and curriculum of a class I was once apart…

A Mural

Apparently, I am graduating in 18 days. It also seems that I have four days of high school left. Seven school days prior to my final day at Herricks, I decided to paint a mural on a wall beside my classroom that has been blank for the entirety of this year. I am not certain…

The War of Art I

  A lot seems to have changed since I first read Steven Pressfield’s The War of Art in February of this year. I found out that my adenoids are inflamed, I might be going to college, and my aversion to strong cheeses has diminished. More relevant, however, is my experience watching a TED Talk by…

Impediments

  I’ve never been one to shy away from an audience. I say that as though I often experience crowds of people gathering before me, eager to lend me their attention. To my dismay, this has certainly never been the case though this has not stopped me from amassing audiences on my own. With colored…