Liz Kalloch: A Retrospective
- Inches taller than my sixth grade teacher, Mr Hildebrand = 1
- Number of Girl Scout cookies sold by me = 0
- Approximate number of charcoal sticks used in 1 semester of drawing class at Mass Art = 186
- Minutes separating my twin brothers at birth = 4
- Minutes it now takes to drive from one brother’s house to the other = 37
- Hours spent logging keys to the music practice rooms at Hampshire College = 384
- Number of olives eaten in a 1.5 year residency in Greece = .5
- Estimated number of pints purchased in a Scottish pub in a year = 23
- Number of cups of coffee drunk in 1 school year in Paris = 2634.75
- Estimated dollars spent on bridge tolls since moving to the Bay Area = $33,440
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I was born on a Navy base in Virginia and when I was almost 2 years old I gave up my dreams of sailing the seven seas and moved to Belgium. My parents and my twin brothers followed along. I learned to speak French and attempted to behave properly around nuns. After a few years we left for Venezuela where I was amazed to find that there is a place in the world you can swim in the ocean on Christmas Day.
When I was 6, I went to a Brownie meeting with my best friend. I wanted to be in the troop, but looking back now, what I wanted most were the sashes covered with colorful badges. After that first meeting I went home and made 4 or 5 of my own. I don’t remember anymore what they looked like, I do remember that when I showed up the next time to present my badges, there was silence—a lot of silence—and I was told that if I was going to become a Brownie, I’d need to use the official ones.
I didn’t become a Brownie.
But I did continue to create, because color always gets me where I want to go. I return to it over and over again because it reminds me of stepping foot in a new country, full of promise and possibility.