“I missed the bus”

Does anyone remember that old Criss Cross song, “I missed the bus?”

Well I remember the song and I just did.

As I was reaching the bus stop, the bus was making those “beep beep beeps” signaling it’s departure.

Damnit. Again.

So close but so far. Now I have to wait another 25 minutes before I can go to class and walk in 15 minutes late.

Lucky me.

I walked the dog twice and neither time he went to the bathroom then I had to get him in the cage and those 3 precious moments of getting him in the cage I knew would be my killer.

So now I am killing time waiting impatiently for the next bus. I would be waiting outside if I did not have on long johns, pants, 2 layers of shirts, a scarf, hat, gloves, vest and a jacket.

Oh well.



Now (a very old poem)

This poem is from grade school, I’m not quite sure how old I was but I decided to go ahead and print it anyway.


Now is in the future
In your mind its always been
It will never escape you
You’ll never know when now will
Come true though
You’ll never know when you can
Speak your mind
Until that time comes
You don’t know if anyone will ever
Ever understand your feelings
Ever know your fears
Ever see the world as you see it
You won’t know if anyone will ever
Feel your feelings
Or hear your voice
You don’t know if your dream’s will
Ever come true
Or if this will happen
You won’t know until now
Until now is enough


What to do when you graduate college without a decent portfolio?

First of all, I wrote this blog a long time ago. However I am only posting now because I am working on my portfolio as often as I can, and it is not easy.DSCN7217 copy

A good portfolio is a requirement for any artist. So how is it that making a portfolio before we graduate is not more heavily pushed upon us.

There is a lab at school that students were supposed to be able to use. We had used it before.

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Several months later when I collected all my glass work I loaded up my lockers and the carts.

The first night in I got about 500 pictures of 10 pieces.

The second night someone saw me on my way up. I was able to get little more pieces with about the same amount of photos.

The next night the door was looked.

There is a photo lab for every student to use so I tried that one; it’s supposed to be open 24 hours. That too was locked.

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A very helpful teacher helped me in and I was able to take pictures for the art auction.

However the door was never fixed.

So I have a glass, copper and steel wire sculpture I have had to photograph on a horrible background and I have no idea where to take decent photographs.

The sculpture is 6.5×5.5×5 inches and valued at $80.

Feel free to comment on the pictures, any criticism is welcome.

I guess the pictures wouldn’t be so bad if the rest of my portfolio were not on a gradient background.


R.I.P.Chris Galusha

First off I would like to apologize for the following blog, it deserves more time than I can afford to give at the moment but I feel it is important to just start somewhere.

There have been several drafts concerning school I considered posting this semester but did not, the most recent unpublished blog focused on how am I struggling to decide if I should stay in school or not.

This seems to be a constant theme around finals, and it seems no one is immune. I struggle daily with A.D.H.D. and this thought is unfortunate, unwelcome, overwhelming and all too common for me.

So as finals approach and my stress sky rockets through the roof, something completely unexpected and tragic happened.

A recent graduate who earned his B.F.A. in metalsmithing at S.I.U.E., a true friend with a huge heart, passed away.

He was only 27.

Since I started attending S.I.U.E., Chris had been in at least 1 class a semester with me, if not 2. We shared many late nights working in the old metal studio together and he was always willing to teach and help anyone no matter how late or hard he had been working.

I always knew I would have a studio buddy to work with, Chris was always there.

We shared tools, helped each other and the intro students, went to the same workshops and gallery openings, and pretty much lived at the old art building.

Students would sing and play guitar in the atrium at night as we ate our pizza.

He had a child-like adventurous curiosity, and that spirited quality made him a true friend and worthy companion.

The kind of friend that was always ready to go on an adventure and navigate the expedition.

We are the unlucky ones, to have known him and to know he is now gone.

The world is short-changed for never having known him and his family and friends are in the deepest of my prayers, as he left this earth far too soon. R.I.P. Chris Galusha




Some of you may remember the Friends of Art spring auction of 2014 that I mentioned in a previous blog( https://shaystreet.wordpress.com/2014/03/11/distractions/ ,) this is a follow up.

In regards to the Friends of Art Auction of 2014 ( http://siuefriendsofart.com/sculpture-metals2014.htm ,) my goal was to donate several pieces that made it to the big screen to be auctioned off.

I had two goals. The first was to donate pieces “worthy” enough to make it to the big screen for the larger auction; my second goal was to experience one of my pieces being auctioned off.

Sadly, I did not meet both goals.

I was determined to go to the auction because I desperately wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to experience something that most people will never know.

However, due to excruciating pain in my back and leg, I missed classes that day and almost skipped the auction all together, but I decided to suffer through it, and chose to ride with my mother to the auction.

But I missed my first sculpture to be auctioned; which was item 15.


(Untitled Sculpture by Shannon Norton, 2014; Glass, pewter and marble.)

My next items for bid were numbered 169 and 170.

Around item 50 the auction was paused due to a tornado warning and we were escorted to the hallways.

Finally we headed back to the auction. But it wasn’t long before my mother was ready to leave.

The silent auction was ending at 9pm, it was pouring out, and we were only at item 70. It would have been at least an hour before they got to my items at the end of the list.

So I had two choices, stay and hobble around on a busted leg hoping to find a ride home in the pouring rain, or call it quits.

After all that hard work, photo shoots, edits, paperwork, collecting and deliveries, and I didn’t even get to see any of my pieces auctioned off.

It was a very discouraging evening to say the least.

The past two semesters have had their fill of serious problems, issues and even deaths. I pray and hope this semester can end in amazingly positive way for everyone.

“Grandma’s got a brand new bag”

So my grandma has gotten much better physically, but the mental part is what’s really hard to deal with.

Now she’s just mean. My mother told me that as people age, they start to behave in manners opposite of how they have acted their entire life. So, if grandma was always nice, now she’s not so nice.

In fact, she’s regressing to child-like behavior, including acting out on spite.

I knew to expect a different kind of crazy when I left the art building for the weekend to be with my family. But boy can she out-brat a 5-year-old and finish her morning cup of coffee like it’s no big deal.

Since I was there last she has gotten life-line (http://www.lifelinesys.com/content/.) The little necklace you wear around your neck and hit a button if you need help, for example if you fall and cannot get up, which has already happened (http://shaystreet.wordpress.com/2014/01/26/adventures-in-grandma-sitting/ .)

Well she was showering this morning and happened to lean on the button. And she remained leaning on the button for the following 20 minutes.

I didn’t even know she had gotten life line until I heard a woman’s horrible pitchy voice vibrating through the walls of her entire house this morning; repeating the same phrase over and over and over again.

“Rosemary, this is Life-Line. You called for help, Are you okay?

By the time I woke up the ambulance was already there and she was completely oblivious to the entire situation.

When I told her she must have been leaning on it while she was in the shower she snapped back, ”I’m supposed to wear it all the time.”

Thanks for the update sweetie pie.


Rosemary and Melvin Young (R.I.P.)

I almost just drank curdled milk and I’m pretty sure I have a glass splinter in my big toe.

These are not the dreams spring breaks are made of.

While most college students are off to the sandy beaches to dehydrate themselves by overexposure to the sun and too much alcohol, leaving school and worries 1500 miles away, I am not.

I am cramming for a midterm on Monday.

On Tuesday, I have a glass critique with professor, Paul Dresang, who just happens to be in the Smithsonian (http://americanart.si.edu/collections/search/artwork/?id=35197.) 

I also have multiple contraptions to build for Aimee Howard (http://thisweekincas.com/2013/10/27/new-art-and-design-professor-applies-contemporary-yet-practical-methods-to-metalsmithing/,) the new head of our metalsmithing department.

Nope, instead of riding jet-skis, flirting with boys, “borrowing cabanas,” swimming with sharks and just plain pissing the lifeguards off, here I am.

In the wonderful state of Illinois.

Image“The good old days.”