dirty bags

my peers and I have been talking about going to nceca but I'm not entirely sure that that's a possibility anymore because I'm trying to save money to go back to new york in the summer.
We were going to do a student sale and I plan on making work over the break to help get me started before hand just in case I do end up going i'll have some money to help fund the trip.

A week or so ago my peers teamed up with the printmaking studio to do a holiday sale that I was not apart of, but I did annoyingly go up and show my support. My bus driver even came around to look at some of the stuff.

here be the babies
freaking dirt bags

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