Here is the thing about having a birthday. It makes you re-evaluate yourself on the most basic level and contemplate the way you exist. Well, maybe not for a 5-year-old, but certainly for my now-29-year-old-self. I’ve been looking forward to this number for a long time. When I was little I used to ask my grandmother how old she was, and she would always answer with 29. No matter how old she was, or when I asked, her answer was…
What I love most about creating is, after a certain time, the separation that happens between Artist and Work. We step back, we see what we’ve done from a whole new perspective, and we are able to understand something different – more – about ourselves. Creating is always personal, whether we are taking inspiration from our lives or not. It represents who we are – or were – and translates that into a tangible, universal symbol. We see ourselves in…
This must be the most incredible New Year’s Eve that I have in memory, and as I write this it is only 9:30am. I woke up this morning with the sun, though it was covered in a dark cloud of mist. I jumped out of bed and ran to my window and I saw a winter wonderland – not common where I live at all. I squealed so loudly I scared my cat, but soon she came to the window…
Last year I thought I was wonder woman. I thought I could do it all, and that I would try to do it all. But if I learned anything from Radiohead, its that This Just Feels Like Spinning Plates…and sometimes they all come crashing down. Hard. So, last year when I was booking my schedule for 2014, I thought “sure, why not book two trips a month…just eat healthier and suck it up!” It turned out to be a lot…