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We did the steam roller printing yesterday. Thankfully I finished in time (although I forgot to carve in the horizon line, but just ignore that) and was able to print. For some odd reason when I take classes from Elizabeth I end up doing this accordion figure again and again. Sure, he repeats in a lot of my work, but usually only in my mind as the ‘accordion man’ and not with an accordion. Random. The process of printing was very coordinated and it seemed as though I was standing on the side while my print was put through the process, which I am definitely not complaining about since dealing with a 4’x4’ block on my own would have sucked.

It feels so nice to be done with this print because it seemed to be consuming my life for this month, where as there are many other things trying to do the same thing, such as the application process for studying abroad. Since I only have one class today in the later afternoon I thought it appropriate to have just a small celebration after French club where I ended up running into a few Butterflies at the Top Hat.
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