Owen

Owen's a freshly-minted undergrad.  Bachelor's in Fine Arts.  He loves to paint, and is a fantastic photographer.

 There's only one problem:  no space to do anything.  See, when Owen got his diploma, he lost his studio in the school's Fine Arts Center. Officially, he's on his own.  That means finding a place to make art.  

"Yeah, life is hard," he mutters sarcastically.

He's sitting in a coffeeshop, looking at the campus newspaper he used to take photos for.  He warns me that if there's anything wrong with it, he'll rip it up, set it on fire, and throw it in my face.  All with a smile on his face.  I'm sure he's joking.  I think.

Then he laughs, and I'm sure for sure.

He's also working with Americorps, helping out at a local school, mentoring kids.   In his free time, he heads to the library, gets books of poetry and reads over coffee.    He doesn't have a steady job right now.

But he does have a steady life.