a 5 week off I go

I have always been the person,that when heard that someone is travelling, or taking time off, or working inconsistent schedules, to ask, "how do you do it? How can I do it?"

I had the desire to break away from my 9-5 secure existence I created for myself, but was afraid to take that step forward.

Slowly but surely, without too much thinking I have finally come to live a life that I always thought was not something I would have. That life allows flexibility and spontaneity, without being careless.

In that vein I leave for a 5 week break from my life in NYC. I have asked for 2 months off, just sent it out into the universe and when I thought about how much I can actually be gone for, I said 5 weeks and there it is.

There are no goals, but to try and put into practice some of the things I've been working on, staying in the present, being accepting of everything that comes my way. Mom said not to plan things that I will be doing when I get back. I agree. I will let that idea go.

"Mozak na pasu" they'd say in Croatia.

I leave my final and my favorite Brooklyn piece on here... I leave Brooklyn behind for 5 weeks. It is time for Mia.

PAwling

We went to Pawling or remote area outside of Pawling for a 24 hour escape.

Jefferson Hayman

Forgot to mention my art excursion from Tuesday evening. Nick, Stella and myself went to the Affordable Art Fair, at the Pavillion on 18th street.
It was an exciting night, I think we all felt incredibly happy just being . That's a rare feeling.

Art was exciting too, lots of fun and lots of as Stella called them, "little people". Paintings and photographs of large expansive colorless areas with tiny accents of tiny people in color. I really like it. Simplicity always draws me in. I thought about how we all must be feeling really small these days. Not in a negative way, but how much is within us and yet how we all feel that it's all outside of us.

And on that note, I popped into the Arcadia gallery space and saw what I would love to have on my walls. Jefferson Hayman ,love his work. I love the frames. I was perhaps a little rude (now that I think about it) asking him if the frame is of importance and the photographs are secondary. He confirmed, I hope not to only agree with me.

There was a piece, an inch by inch photograph of black and white ocean. Simple, horizon and ocean, but the frame was this thick reclaimed moulding. Oh I loved it. If I wasn't going away for 5 weeks with no guaranteed (yet I am anticipating checks in the mail for all the work out there in the world) pay I would've bought that piece. I leave only an image of a frame that is somewhat similar, but not the same as the one I love.

Years ago I made a pin, a thick silver frame without a middle. I loved that piece and ocassionally entertained the idea of making more frames without the middle. I think I stopped because I found someone who has already done it. It was a good idea..idea that around the outcome (middle) is what life is all about, the process, the day to day. The image (result) is the end and for everyone always the most important piece. I am the person who is always rushing to get to that middle, that sometimes I forget about the process and the enjoyment of the moment as it's happening. This is a reminder.

Homage to Brooklyn and et cetera

Ah yes, the times I've thought about this project and how many times it has changed. I'm notorious for making things more complicated than they need to be, but this time I exercised caution.

I made 3 out of 4 of the pieces for this small Brooklyn dedicated collection. I thought about making it more arty and slightly less accessible, but then again I wanted it to be worn. The shapes of the nails are so wonderful and I kept it simple. So far I'm pleased with the result. I even added a tiny diamond on the ring, just a little surprise. It's easy to miss it.

Kev bought flowers for me the other day. It was this wonderful bouqet of thistle flowers. He said, "If I brought this to any other girl they'd say it's disguisting, but I know you would appreciate the texture and the shapes of these flowers." I love little notes like that it makes me happy and it's wonderful sometimes how well he knows me.

Coloratus

I searched for a Latin word for color, of course it's color. So then there was "to be colored" and I liked it better-Coloratus.

I finished these last week, but they're in dire need of a legitimate photo. That is to come next week.

I've played with shapes in the "Linia" line, but this is furthering it with the color and taking away the gold. Diamond is still present and I enjoy that.

I love having a silly idea, making it and sending it out into the world.

On the other hand, I had the idea of the walnut ring as a massive bangle bracelet. When I return from my 5 week hiatus I shall make the giant piece. It will be a challenge, but one that I welcome.