All too soon, the end of another semester is here. OS38 has been packed up and shipped out, but their energy still clings as so many groups do. There's a palpable sense of campus settling down and recuperating for a short break (full of work to do!) before Summer camp moves in and makes it their own. We congratulate OS38 on a very successful semester full of personal, artistic, and academic growth. As a group, they surmounted challenges and emerged joyously - evidenced by their humor, supportive group dynamic, and the flood of tears over the last few days. We'll really miss these guys. OS38 - you are welcome back to the riverbank any time. Welcome to the alumni family!!
In closing, we're going to leave you with some words by Ligaia M, about her end of semester experience:
This past week marked the end of final project work time. The studios where reduced to chaos; and I, like many others, worked every moment I could, scrambling to finish on time. I was in the printmaking studio, an intense experience in many ways. I have learned a lot in a short amount of time. I have never done printmaking before, so choosing the medium for my final project ended up being both rewarding and incredibly difficult. I am happy with how much I accomplished and learned about the medium, but it was quite taxing to learn and apply techniques simultaneously. Although it was painful at times, both emotionally and physically, there is nothing like seeing one’s final prints finished on the wall. However, I may never recover from the thumb callus that has developed from pushing tacks into the wall to secure my pieces. I can still feel it as I type this.
Packing up my workspace was a bittersweet experience. There was underlying a sense of finality in it. Signing my prints, wrapping my plates and reject pieces. Truly, it is the beginning of the end. Not in a morbid way, mind you, but it feels as if everything is slowly coming to a close. I know that I will not encounter a printmaking studio like this in a long time. I couldn't help but think of that as I was cleaning up. For someone like me, who does not often think in the long term, working in a studio like this again seems like an eternity away. Time has gone by much too fast.