I enjoy learning about cultures, faiths and customs different from my own. I like plans, but believe spontaneity and risks are worth the thrill of a new adventure, even if that means unknowns or failures along the way.
I only lived in Reno for four years, but in many ways it is where I “grew up.” How much more tragedy can my little college town handle?
I took two semesters of a book arts class in college and absolutely fell in love with the art. I learned to set type, mix ink and print on a traditional letter press. I hand carved my own lino cuts to print images, made paper and even bound my own book. And believe me, nothing makes you more appreciative of computers than dropping 20 lines of size 10 type you just set with tweezers.
Take a look at some of my featured design work.
I signed the desk drawer yesterday. It signifies the end. It means the beginning. This is the moment where I can say I am proud…
Two names adorn dozens of scars on Cassondra Coleman Schoppe’s wrists. On her left — her mother, “Marilyn.” On her right — her brother “Timothy.” The tattooed inscriptions replace flesh once stained with blood. The dedications serve as motivation to never fall that low again. In alcohol-fused hazes, Coleman Schoppe, a University of Nevada, Reno alumna, slit her wrists once in 2003 and again in 2007, shortly after the unexpected deaths of her two family members.
The University of Nevada, Reno will likely see the closure of more than a dozen degree programs, the elimination of a major college and the loss of about 75 faculty members by Fall 2011. The search is on to find $11 million to cut from UNR’s budget (nearly $50 million from higher ed) since state leaders passed a 6.9 percent cut to higher education yesterday — a figure UNR officials call “fantastic” compared to initial proposals as high as 22 percent just two weeks ago.