Recently I have been asked by Wild Zero Studios in Morgantown to possibly have a show with my work. I’m excited but terrified, I’ve got to go through my pieces and find works I need to revamp to print well for matting. My work prints dark, and the detail is often lost…so I’ll be running the printers I go to crazy with changes.

I’m excited though; I on a whim dropped off a small portfolio for consideration. They liked it and contacted me. It may not pan out, or I may ask to do it later in the New Year. I very well might be moving and it would be a mess to do it now.

What’s sad though is that I would invite my friends but they currently are scattered about the country, I should kidnap them for the opening if it goes through.


Now, I was voted most clumsy girl in my senior graduation class of 475. Funny how like a black hole trouble seems to pull me in and find me?

So while moving a table around a basement I stepped on nail on a random board. I’ve always heard pain is temporary, and maybe it is. Even with all the blood (never seeing so much of my own) I felt no pain.

Maybe it’s because for a majority of my life I’ve been tossed around like a beanbag by horses. I blame the horse world for other injuries too. When bailing hay I stepped on a weak spot in the barn bridge and fell through. Proud of myself as I held on for a few minutes but I had no choice but to fall. It was 9ft to the bottom of the ravine and the extra sheet metal from the barn roof had been placed there. Cut my shoulder down to my elbow on that. Still no pain.

So maybe is it’s only when someone you love bleeds does that somehow breech the space that connects your heart to your brain? Something clicks and everything becomes real and unreal at the same time, that’s when the pain begins, that’s when reality sets in.



I guess I felt sentimental, the last time I stepped on a nail my father and I were building a boat. I was ten years old, and he carried me to the car, then to the doctor. All the while he held my hand, he said, “Don’t bleed too much kid, you’ll lose the best part of me I gave you.”

So…while I haven’t gone to the doctor, I’m dreading the possibility of a shot, not the soreness but the price, Tetanus shots tend to be pricey without insurance, so leave it to me to mess myself up enough for a thirty dollar bill. It pans out I got thirty dollars from the lost dog groom I did…easy come easy go.

I suppose that it’s going to be a record of how many times a person can step on a nail in her life, but maybe I’m shooting for the title. After all, I am voted and I quote, “Lauren E Jolles voted Must Clumsy and Most Likely to Write a Best Seller,”

I’ll take comfort in the last title and write a book. *rolls eyes*

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