In my freshman art class, we learned the art of linocutting.
It was short unit lasting only a week, but I absolutely loved it.
I decided to give it another go, trying to remember the steps I learned long ago.
I moved to NYC in June of 2021 having never even visited before. While I fell in love with the city and the energy, I also felt a little lost. I didn't feel like NYC was home.
In September of 2021 I moved from my Bed-Stuy sublease where I had been rooming with a girl I met on Facebook (stranger danger I KNOW, but Kyla ended up becoming one of my besties). I found myself in the Upper West Side with one girl I had known from college and another girl that was a friend of a friend. Within the first month of living with London and Camden, I started to feel at home.
We quickly formed little traditions. Euphoria every Sunday. London making tea every night. Camden making us recite affirmations from cards in the kitchen. Going to Jacob's Pickles the night anyone got home from a trip.
When I found out that my dad had terminal cancer, they were my rock. As I lay on my bed crying and unable to move, they did my laundry, packed my bag, made me eat, and let me know even if everything else was falling apart, they'd be there.
I spent the summer of 2022 in Utah, trying to make memories that would last a lifetime with my dad. I loved it and am so grateful I could, but I found myself now homesick for NYC. I missed tea time (even though I refuse to drink hot drinks). I missed sharing Peanut Butter cups with whoever went to Trader Joe's that day. I missed Saturday morning debriefs sitting in the hallway.
This was my inspiration.
I know a little tote bag doesn't adequately express the gratitude I have for everything my roommates have done for me, but I hoped it would at least show I was thinking about them and I love them.
When I learned linocutting in junior high, we were cutting based on illustrations we had done. This time, I tried to think of icons that would mean