Universidad de Salamanca, a photo taken during Friday’s trip to the city- be sure to note the Mozarabic ceiling! I have a lot of art history studying to do today for our second test which will be tomorrow. Appropriately, this one is on the topic of Mozarabic and Asturian art. After that, there is one more test and a paper due next Monday and then the final on Wednesday, the last day of class.
This photo is from San Sebastian, at a cafe in the Plaza Mayor. Yes, it is cool looking, but what I want to point out is the hair color of the woman sitting at another cafe table. It is purple. There is definitely a Spanish/European style and it is very different from the United States. It is less conservative, more creative and fun, whether it means to be or not. There seems to be no apprehension about appearing youthful. I have seen more than a few older ladies with bright red, pink or purple hair. I find that inspiring. The same goes for hair styles, they are all different and creative and worn with such confidence that they look cute no matter what. So to make a long story short, I cut my hair. So far, people seem to think it is unfathomable that I cut my own hair without being a professional hairstylist, but the way I view it is this: since I am an art student (dare I call myself an artist?) who works with all different kinds of mediums, why it is so improbable that one of the mediums I can work with is hair? It is similar to sculpting or cutting or designing any other project I may work on. I even used the same scissors!
In short (pun intended) both me and my hair are happier when it is shorter. It actually curls itself nicely, isn’t too dry or frizzy, I can go to bed with it wet and wake up and get ready without ever having to do anything to it! What was I waiting for to cut it short again? I don’t know. I think this is another case of “girl afraid,” I didn’t have enough faith in myself to think I could do a good job again. I’d like to thank the ladies of Spain for inadvertently inspiring me.
