After I graduated high school I had an amazing summer, where I went to the beach everyday with friends, ate mango 24/7, and spent most of my time in the ocean. When August approached me I wasn’t quite ready to leave this carefree lifestyle, but my future awaited. For my first semester of college I attended the School of the Art Institute of Chicago.
With this being the biggest change in my life thus far, I was excited for the unexpected.
Chicago gave me more stories to tell than I had gathered my whole life. I went to many concerts, including Bob Dylan and Alt – J,
ate amazing food (shoutout to Cafe Baci), and discovered myself as an artist.
I had a lot of fun creating an environment for myself to reflect my vision.
This was the first time in my life that I was completely immersed in art. I had daily access to one of the best museums in the world, the Art Intstitute, which provided me a lot of inspiration.
I loved the Magritte exhibit.
Before this, I always considered my life to be an artistic one, but had never focused all of my energy into it. I was constantly surrounded by things to stimulate my mind and creativity and I realized that like Picasso, I must constantly be inspired in various ways and then empty myself of these things.
It was a time of collecting things: records, ideas, vintage pieces, and artists to be inspired by.
My roommate and bestfriend, Andy Casanova, was by my side through almost everything and I developed a connection to her that I have never shared with any other being. Andy also brought more beautiful people into my life.
Although I decided that Chicago was not the right place for me to pursue my dreams, living in the city helped me grow up a lot and gain experience. Throughout the time, I stayed true to myself, and my style. But it also forced me to be completely open to life and to try new things.
Like learning how to build a box out of wood.
And going to my art history lecture with a shark painted on my face.
I realized that I could no longer live in my own little bubble, that the world is a big place, and it is easy to get hurt.
For the longest time, I looked at life through rose colored lenses, “la vie en rose,” always seeing only the good, but Chicago showed me the darker side of life. Later I appreciated this shock of reality because it added much more depth to my life, and understanding of the world, and myself.
I got a little lost at times, but in losing myself I grew.
I found beauty in unfamiliar places.
I learned to appreciate the people in my life.
I watched movies with my friends.
I was endlessly inspired.
I experimented with fabrics and created different textures.
I enjoyed the sunshine while it lasted.
And I still went to the beach.
I usually ate lunch at the bean.
I was exposed to a lot of art when I went to the Art Expo, but mostly I was inspired by an old man and his cloud printed shoes.
And a bearded man who was knitting.
Most of all, I made myself proud and took important steps towards my dreams of being a fashion designer.