The Red Hunting Cap

Hello again, This post was actually written quite a while ago, but we couldn't find the time to publish it. We figured it's still a nice memory to save on our blog, but please imagine that it's a cold yet sunny New England morning on November 3rd while reading this. Also, sorry in advance if this post is a little rambling. There's no moral or meaning to this story; these are simply observations from a good, exercise-filled day. November 3rd: We just turned in our college apps and decided that today would be a fun day. Unfortunately, we actually got a lot of schoolwork assigned so we could not make it as fun as we had originally planned.  Like most others, the day began with a chore: we had to go to the gallery and take down all of the October artwork to make room for the new exhibit which will be hung up in November. After those exciting fifteen minutes, we were going to go explore the graveyard near my house. We’ve been planning to go for a long time (thi

Disclaimer: We started taking brain breaks this summer during our muraling days, so I figured they were related enough to art to include on this blog. Because of the way our schedules worked out, when we were painting the mural this summer, we would come in to paint for whole days at a time rather than a couple of hours per day. Even though we both love art, painting a wall for hours and hours can get exhausting. You’re standing up on a table, painting the same square piece of wall with its 5th layer of purple and pink paint and things just start to blur together: you start losing track of time, you start forgetting where you wanted to paint the clouds, you start questioning why you chose the colors you did, or even why you chose to paint the mural in the first place. To solve this problem, we started taking something called “brain breaks.” Brain breaks are by no means a new concept (just google it, there’s tons of suggestions), but for us specifically, brain breaks meant puttin