During the opening reception today there was an awards ceremony. President David Maxwell was there to present the 9 juror awards as well as a Provost Purchase award. Names started being called, many were fine art majors as it normally goes. Then all of a sudden Prez. Maxwell started a name then stopped. This brief stutter made me think I had heard the beginning of an M name.

Could that have been me?

He started again, this time continuing on to announce that Molly Bochanyin & Stephanie Werning had won an award in the graphic design category for our Hamlet Playbill & Poster. I was completely stunned! Of course I had hoped to get an award but never did I actually expect someone would see my work worthy enough to achieve one. Let alone it is also a shock to see an award for my Graphic Design work. It isn’t often that people enjoy my design work THAT much to select it above others. Generally it is just a mix of the average.

Stephanie and I walked up and got our award from Prez. Maxwell and his wife, shaking both of their hands. By the time I got back to my friends I was still completely surprised. Somewhere between announcing the rest of the awards and announcing the Provost Purchase Award (Props to Sandi!!) I started crying.

I was thrilled beyond belief to have the honor. It was so unexpected. It was great to have my girls there in support as well. They asked if I knew it was going to happen and I definitely replied that I had no idea! As if getting my work in the show wasn’t enough of an achievement this is like three times the amount of frosting that goes on a usual cake, and it is even orange – my favorite color!

To top it all off:

105 artworks were submitted (4 of which were mine)
35 artworks were selected {33% | submitted} (2 of which were mine)
9 artworks got juror awards [25% | accepted] {8% | submitted}(1 of which was mine)
and 1 got the provost purchase award [2% of accepted] {.9% | submitted}


Often times people will ask you about your greatest achievement. Yesterday during a mock interview with AIGA Iowa I was asked such a question. At the time I was cut off and didn’t get a chance to answer, but ever since I have been thinking about it.

For most of high school life and beyond I have had the same greatest achievement. This was my track success. During my sophomore year I got my best personal record and during my junior year I went to state. These two accomplishments in themselves have been the most moving thing in my life. Up until today.

Today is the change of accomplishments. A few weeks ago I entered four of my art pieces into the 41st Annual Juried Student Show at Drake University. I had hopes that maybe this year one of my pieces would get selected. Well surprise, surprise not one but two of my pieces were selected. The opening for the show… is today.

It is approximately 38 minutes till the show opens and I cannot feel anything other than excitement. I have never had my work shown on this level before. Sometimes there are achievements that you stumble upon, such as having my art shown because the professor planned all of the work to be shown. Other achievements you have to earn, such as this one. The juror had no idea who I was or what I am like in class. She still selected my work as one that everyone else should see. What an honor.

So today I celebrate my new greatest achievement. And I urge you to come help me celebrate this achievement at the show or just by coming to view my work in the Anderson Gallery sometime before the exhibit closes at the end of March. I never thought I would replace the love and passion of my track achievement, but I guess it truly shows my priorities are now focused more on my career rather than my hobbies.



Ever since I have been little there has always been Coke around. My mother has always had multiple Coke’s during the day. During my chaotic life as dancer, hockey player, and student we often didn’t have time for a “traditional” dinner. Often times we spend time at fast food restaurants as a lot of time was spent in the car. Along the road I followed in my mother’s footsteps in loving Coke.

In 2005 I caved on my traditional love. I started falling for the idea of mtn. dew. For about 4 years I stuck with this awful idea. Until I started to realize that it tastes horrible.

Since then I have gone back to my one true love, Coca-Cola. I am most definitely a Coke addict. But in the best possible way. An ice cold Coke is the only way to go. “Ahhh.”

churning stomach

When it comes to guys, one can have butterflies or be tongue tied. For me there is a strange thing I have started to noticed. My stomach goes crazy, but not in the normal butterflies way.

During my Christmas break I went a date. This would have been the first date in … hmm 4 years. Naturally I would be nervous, all the things of what to do and what not to do on a first date were running through my head. What do I wear? All the crazy girl things.

The date ended up going well and turned into more of a hang out session. I had spent about five hours with him before I needed to go to dinner with my family. This is where it gets strange.

[On a day to day basis I tend to eat a lot of food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, then a later dinner and lots of snacking in between.]

However when I went to dinner the idea of food wasn’t thrilling. I couldn’t get myself to order a full meal because I knew I wouldn’t eat it. So instead I got an appetizer salad and mac & cheese. With my father at my side I knew that if I couldn’t finish something he could.

The salad came, I could barely eat it. I didn’t even eat half. My mac and cheese showed up with everyone else’s meal. I ate a total of maybe 10 noodles before I gave up. My stomach was churning the whole time I was at dinner, for no specific reason.

After dinner I ended up spending time with my date from earlier. I went over and told him how my stomach was crazy during dinner and how I couldn’t eat. But while I was talking about it I noticed that my stomach was fine. It didn’t act up at all for the rest of the night.

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Later I started to consider my stomach churning. I remembered this previously happening with a boyfriend or fling. For me my “butterflies” exist when I am not with the person. It is a strange change from the norm. I am not sure that I appreciate it. But yet it is a way of letting me know that I cared about someone. I can’t say I look forward to my next romantic encounter and the churning stomach I’ll have when I am not with them.

Daily Designer Fact: gold toenail paint.


It is funny how one can find memories in the strangest locations.

Home | Maine, WI

After my mother got re-married my step father started to redo the basement. Instead of an open space he created a bedroom for my sister and I as well as a bathroom. This was around 2004-2005. We (my sister and I) were involved with certain decisions, such as paint colors. While the bathroom was under construction there was the selection of what tile. We chose a white tile with small blue diamond shapes to match the blue on the wall. My step dad even put a heating system underneath the cold tile floor.

Star Bar | Des Moines, IA

The photo above I recently took while at Star Bar in Des Moines. The floor of the women’s bathroom. It is the exact same flooring in our bathroom at home besides the black grout (ours was white).

Strange that the grout gave the floor a completely different feeling. Besides that it isn’t as pretty/clean as the floor at home. The white grout and it’s ability to match the white squares made it blend, creating smoother/cleaner lines. The black grout makes it look dirty. Yet there was still a feeling of excitement, but I wouldn’t walk around on that floor barefoot.

running water

Massive Noise

Last night as I was showering I noticed an interesting thing. When my neck/lower part of my head is exposed to the running water of the faucet I can hear an interesting noise in my ears. The water must be hitting something relating to my ears, because it sounds like there is a massive noise coming from the apartment above.

It was really strange at first, I thought I was just imagining it. But then I attempted it again. It made me think of how one can hear the ocean from inside of a shell. Somehow this noise is scary yet calming at the same time.

I urge you to listen for it next time you are in the shower. I can also say that the water hitting that area feels very much like a massage. I can still remember how it felt a day later.

Unoriginal Original

Website – Design

I am currently in the process of creating my website, the only problem, I haven’t coded a website in a while. I can create a whole elaborate website for the Acts Sci program yet when it comes to my own life I am stumped. I keep going back to all of the elements that need to be included on my website, the about page, the portfolio page instead of actually doing the work.

There is another issue that the overall design of my website looks like my resume, however next semester in my Capstone, we are working on our resume, what if it changes? I do enjoy that my website, resume, and cover letter all are unified. I just know I will have to go back and change my website if my resume changes. I wish I could have already taken this class.

Portfolio – UPDATE

The frustrating thing about design is the constant need to update your portfolio. But which one should I update? With my current website design there is that portfolio, but I am also hosting my portfolio on another website until mine is running. There is also the digital portfolio so that I can e-mail it for job applications. But then there is the hard copy portfolio. To further this issue, different jobs may require different portfolio pieces.

To have a job – Or have an internship

I was offered my same internship that I had this summer with the Des Moines Arts Festival®. However now I am trying to figure out if it is in my best interests to go back to the internship that I loved, or go find a job. At the current point it probably won’t turn into a job as there were just cuts within the entire company. It is something I enjoyed and it would help me elaborate on my portfolio, yet again. What to do, where to go!

Daily Designer Fact: red toenail paint and ‘gold toe’ socks


This post is one that should have been written quite some time ago, in April. However life sidetracked me and it didn’t happen. Here it is for you now.

1pm-there was paint.

Today was the day of Drake University’s annual Street Painting. As normal individuals come with old usless clothing to get completely covered in paint. I was organizing the DUiN square therefore I was there once time started. While working individuals from the organization stopped by, one of this individuals was also a fellow classmate and friend Laura. After looking at her for a second I noticed that her shirt looked awfully familiar.

Back to 2006-hurdles.

I spent my high school years running on the track. I was in love with my event, hurdles, once my coach convinced me to try them. After my freshman year my friends all told me, “you will go to state before you graduate.” This excited me. I wanted to try all I could just to get to that point. Upon my sophomore year I ran my fastest time at sectionals. However I did not qualify for state but it was a miraculous improvement for me. This was my first time at sectionals and my mother decided to buy a way to remember it, a t-shirt.

The year 2009-college.

Once I got to college I brought along my favorite track shirts. I was on the track team so I needed to support my favorite activity. I lived in the freshman dorms and often did loads of  laundry in the basement.

1:10-pink tie dye.

This shirt was covered in paint after clearly having worn it at street painting in a previous year. However I was still able to make out the original tye die color and certain other design elements. I asked Laura where she had gotten her shirt, she had mentinoed it was from her friend Jessica. Conviently I also knew Jessica, I proceeded to ask her where she had gotten it. Jessica replied that she had purchased it from the Drake “salvage” sale (where people give there unwanted clothing to be purchased and the money goes to a cause).

I am not sure how my shirt made it from my closet to the salvage sale. I would not have put it there as it is a favorite memory of my life. I have come to assume that I left it in the laundry room and they then put all items from the lost and found into the sale.

Daily Designer Fact: blue “street painting” flip flops & orange toenail paint

Final Note: Laura asked if I wanted her to return it, I declined.

White Obnoxious Slobber

8am-there was breakfast.

Like most mornings, I got out of bed after avoiding numerous alarms, got up, got dressed, did the whole bathroom dealio, then made my way to the kitchen.  Then again, like most mornings of my entire life I proceeded to make myself frosted strawberry Poptarts (or Toaster Pastries if you want to be picky). After pouring myself a cup of milk, warming & buttering my Poptarts, (yes I butter my Poptarts) I walked to the dining room to eat. In the short 10 steps it took me to get to the dining room I managed to spill milk from my mug onto both the floor and my left foot. I proceeded to eat, only afterward grabbing a napkin to wipe up the milk.

10am-there was a tornado.

Well there wasn’t an actual tornado, however Drake University was acting the part. During my Graphic Design 2 class in Carnegie the sirens went off. The class proceeded to head to the lower level of Carnegie to “take cover” (however my entire class as well as everyone else in the building just stood and talked). While conversing a man from the tech department (I believe) walked in my direction and made eye contact with me. Then there was a comment similar to this effect:

“Do you sometimes dance around the campus?”

Oh my goodness, what did I do. “Where did you see me?” He then proceeded to mention he had seen me near the stadium. Prior to walking away he ended with this (or something similar):

“You got a hair cut.”

Could I possibly turn any more shades of shock at that point in my life. He walked away and I then laughed, snorted, and turned away. I wasn’t alone in this area either, there were at least 7 other people within earshot and 15 others that could have heard if they were listening in.  The fact that he had seen me on campus did not affect me. I am fully aware that people could be watching me.  However the fact that he knew I had gotten a haircut, as well as could still recognize me, was simply astounding.

11 am-a puppy.

Elizabeth and I walked from Carnegie hall to Aliber hall where I leave her to go to work. She reminded me that I was going to take a photo of her for the DUiN staff page.  I pulled out my camera and we snapped some strange shots. Good thing too because as we were finishing up our mini photo session a cute adorable puppy ran up (his man was nearby). I wish I had gotten a photo, he reminded me of my family’s old dogs BB & JJ. As I was petting this precious pooch he liked my left foot, but not my right.


Had I not spilled milk on my foot the puppy wouldn’t have been as taken with me. It was cute. : ) I enjoyed the cheesyness of the moment.


Daily Designer Fact: green flip flops & red toenail paint (you don’t polish your nails, you paint them)