Octopussy

Terrible name, but it came up as I struggled through technical aspects of this design. Four more weeks to go and so many things to do. Ideas are slowly solidifying but I have to make sure I keep on top of things so I don't seem all over the place.

Lines are still here, dominant, strong but are realizing themselves is so many different formats. I am so pleased. I have had numerous discussions with my fellow artists, jewelers, designers about the fear of not having ideas come anymore. When I was in Croatia, there were no ideas. I literally didn't think about anything. And once in a while a thought would creep in about how I don't have ideas how am I going to go back and work and work through to the show. I have 15 pieces done, in work or thought out, but 4 more of unrealized potential. And with each and every design I learn to let go a little more. And so they slowly come, like the octopussy idea that blurted through in one morning commute to HB. It was quick, I wasn't sure if it would stick, if it was solid and strong enough to stick, but then I am half way there through it and am embracing it.

I love moments like that because it reminds me that the artist in me is an intuitive part of me, something that cannot get pie-charted (the nickname Kev made up for me) something I have no control of and when it does show up in a 2d and 3d format it is an exciting moment in my life.

the simple life

In this life I live, I have time for everything. Sometimes it seems like it's insane what I try to cram into a day, but it is my day. Sometimes like this at 12:15am I am cross-eyed from drawing and coloring in a fashion group for a freelance job, but then again it's all worth it. I still make up my day the way I want to.

In the last couple of days I wanted to record the things inbetween the things I do. Yoga is my main other occupation but so is this need to bake here and there and take pictures whenever I can.

I had a certain issue of Bon Apetit open on the same page since May or so, with the intention of conquering the blueberry pie. Never made one, always wanted to try. This one seemed interesting because it has a lemon cream that is paired with it. Oh the cream itself is worth cooking at 11pm on a saturday night when my friends are on a prowl somewhere in Manhattan. I like these little things, even though I find myself rushing through them as though I really NEED to be somewhere else. I am learning, but the stubborn head is difficult thing to reteach.

I also looked at my fridge, the abundance of color, and food things that are so exciting. It's nice to have a full fridge. I remember days when that wasn't the case. I celebrate the fridge colors, quite organic..