Green and gold and red all over: Community outraged at defaced Uga statue

Uga idols have perched on various corners of Tifton. The sponsored dawgs each have their own name and outfit. Tragedy struck recently as one Uga was spray painted green and gold. 
The statue was located near two different college campuses, presumably inciting enough pride and rage in someone to deface it.
Photos of it were plastered online causing public shaming and finger wagging. The anonymous artists made their mark and started a conversation. (Alexa, what is anonymous local viral fame?)
I saw my former professors and classmates share the image and express disappointment—outraged at the immaturity. Comment after comment giving the top bullet points on how disrespectful it was.
I kinda thought it was funny. But then I thought about it more. I thought about it a little too much.
1.) Could you blame them? Let’s say this wasn’t a prank soaked in alcohol. (Let’s collectively ignore the smell of warm Bud Light wafting through the air.) How long has ABAC been an institution in Tifton? Th…

How // Felt eyeballs

I already went through the troubleshooting process of making felt eyeballs, so here’s how I did it.
I found this pattern online and zoomed out on the document until it was around an inch in diameter. I then traced the pattern onto a sheet of paper. I just held the paper on my computer screen. I’m not trying to waste computer ink on this.
I cut out the shape and used it as you would use any sewing pattern. I traced it onto white felt. I made six (nearly) identical cutouts.  Use the pattern sheet to trace from, don’t use the felt on felt. I noticed that my shape varied more when I didn’t use the original pattern every time I cut one out. It’s the lil details.
Next, join the edges of each piece. There are several stitches you can use. Do what is most comfortable for you. I used a baseball stitch. Here’s a video. This stitch looks cute and it’s easy. I didn’t turn my pattern inside out, I didn’t mind the stitch showing. Before sewing it up completely I stuffed it with poly-fil.
Pick a…

Recent Work // January + February

January // Mouth Water in Elbow Grease Opens in Plough Gallery Read about this wild exhibit we had featuring artist Lauren Peterson. I had so much fun getting to know Lauren and her work. Her sculptures are playful and meaningful. 
I get to spend a lot of time with the art at the gallery. From my studio, I can see the front door and the art that lines the hallway. Lauren’s work had me glancing over my shoulder more than once because I thought they were people coming in or standing around. That seems fitting to her work. Are we what we leave behind? If our lasting legacy is trash, what does that say about us?
Community Builds New Playground at Len Lastinger Turn off the 24-hour news cycle. (You don’t have to pay attention to it.) And read about how a community came together to invest in play time for local school children. Talking to the organizers and principal was a good reminder of all the people in the world doing what they can to help, improve, love.
February // Little Hippie Chick brin…

outfit # 79: all i'm saying is all i'm saying

Think about all the effort we go to separating ourselves from nature – the physical, emotional and mental barriers that keep us from remembering that we are as pivotal to our ecosystem as the rain and sun are.
And then we consider ourselves superior for our ability to live above nature, godlike beings wielding weedwackers and Round Up. We can control the appearance of the natural world, both outside of us and on us. We are more advanced than animal. Earth. Who needs it?  Let's colonize the moon.
Helping us separate ourselves from our world is our personal involvement with social media. Siri, what is a human connection? We’ve created an alternate space that exists without the use of nature at all. Except for a cute slow-mo video of snow falling for Instagram. Or an inspirational shot of a silhouette outlined by a Pantone Orange 021C sun.
The line between reality and our digital projection of reality becomes thinner daily. Did I have a good time if I didn't share a cute snapstory …

Recent Work // November + December

November //

COVER STORY:Plough Gallery: Growing an arts community
Manage two cover stories in a row for Tifton Scene. This time on the history and birth of my workplace, my daily grind, etc. It gives insider hints on what it takes to run an art gallery in a small southern town while working a full time job. Also it reveals the secret origin story of the name Plough Gallery. Read the article and meet the owners, the curators, my bosses and mentors.

Dwight Yoakam performs in Tifton
I got to see that guy from Sling Blade perform live. I went with my mom and we sat next Yoakam's #1 fan. If you've ever wanted to see a crowd aged 60 to 20 TURN UP go to a country music concert. Even this small one was high energy and fun. And there were lots of sequins.

Harmony Jubilee brings hot air balloons to Fitzgerald
Finally got to see the Harmony Jubilee hot air balloons, and was even offered a free ride, but windy weather kept everyone grounded. I did get to meet a pair of balloonists who told me…

Recent work // October

Writing //
Hunger and Heart: In the Kitchen with David Scarbrough for Tifton Scene I love food. I especially love food that is well crafted and thoughtfully presented. Binge watching Chef’s Table makes me an expert on Michelin Star dining, right? Maybe not. But I do remember eating at The Local for the first time. I got the stuffed pork chop. I may have been a poor college student, but my friends and I found room in our budget for a cheese plate too. It was delicious. It was so delicious that I was genuinely shocked and confused. How was it possible that this meal was here in Tifton? I was able to sit down with the Chef David Scarbrough and get to know the other side of the plate – before it’s delivered. Our conversation was honest, heart-warming and mouthwatering.
Local humanitarian group reaches out to immigrant detainees for Tifton Gazette Facebook has a major hand in how I find stories to cover. For instance, my former history professor was sharing events from a new group: the Sout…