October 2013

Choose Happiness

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This post is a follow up to this one where I talk about feeling blue.

After that post some friends and fellow authors reached out to tell me they had the same feelings after their books launched (thanks Holly, Nichole, Lisa and Lorena). Another friend likened my feelings to postpartum depression. I giggled at that but it actually resonates. I worked really hard on the book for a couple of years and then poof it was done. It’s in the world now and I’m glad, but life shifted.

This morning I had breakfast with my friend Christene who reminded me of a something her aunt said that she shared with me a while back, she said “you have to wake up and choose to be happy”. I guess for some people, they wake up and happiness is just there but not for me. I have to decide.

I have learned that feelings ebb and flow. I just have to remember that flow will come again when I’m in an ebb.

One thing is for sure, I choose to surround myself with wonderful women friends who can help build me up when I’m down. I hope they know I’ll be there to do the same for them when they need me.

Team Miley

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I’m on Team Miley.

I don’t usually get caught up in the fray of societal commentary on pop stars, and there’s been way too much hype about Miley Cyrus’s VMA performance. From the beginning, I didn’t see the big deal. I didn’t see any more skin on display than I do looking at the endless vintage snapshots of Brigitte Bardot on Pinterest.

Sinead O’Connor accusing Miley of allowing herself to be prostituted by the music industry does not strike me at all as the motherly advice it claimed to be (here’s hoping I never talk to any daughter I might have that way). Amanda Palmer‘s post-feminist retort arguing that Miley can be a strong woman and still dress and act lasciviously seemed reasonable at first, but then she went on to criticize Madonna for getting surgery to look more youthful. I think society has got it twisted if on the one hand we praise and even revere young women for their beauty and sexuality and then harangue them when they try to hold on to those attributes once we’ve deemed it “unseemly.”

I just keep thinking about Miley the artist. All artists go through phases. Picasso had his Blue Period and Monet had a thing for water lilies. Miley is publicly honing her craft and experimenting in her own way. As a child apprenticing for a master, Renaissance artists-in-training copied marble busts until eventually they became, as Darth Vader did, the master. Miley’s not a Disney apprentice any longer. Miley’s an artist who is going out on her own and testing things out.

Being an artist is living in a continuous feedback loop. Some who choose to work within the constraints of mass market expectations (Norman Rockwell) can have thriving careers. Others (and I’m greatly simplifying) push the boundaries more, although usually while working within the constraints of sub-cultural expectations (Damien Hirst). And they too can have a legitimate, valuable, thriving career.

What I’m saying is, Miley’s in a phase, as all artists are at any stage of their developmnt. Eventually, she’ll be in her next phase. (And we’ll be on to the next controversy.)

I really love her new songs. I had to ask someone what “molly” was and a club is about the worst place on earth to me but I love her music and I’ll be interested to see what she explores next with her image, her dancing, her music, and let’s all just call it what it is: her art. Period.

Are you on Team Miley?

Randi Brookman Harris

Randi Brookman Harris

I sometimes complain about New York, ok often (bad weather…cvetch…cvetch). Nonetheless, I keep meeting incredibly inspiring people here doing mind blowing things.

My friends Abby Clawson Low and Erin Jang (design genius ladies) put together a little group called Work + Play for their personal roster of creative mom friends. We’ve been sneaking out for dinners in Brooklyn and Manhattan full of laughter and fun. I find it so inspiring being around ladies living their creative work dreams and somehow balancing them with family life. One of my favorite new friends is Randi Brookman Harris. She seems like someone I could have met at camp as a kid, I feel an immediate kinship.  Her styling work is mind blowing (she works with Rebecca Minkoff, Jack Spade and Martha Stewart to name a few clients) and her family is amazing. I’m pretty tickled by her uber smart, uber adorable, uber curly son who is now buddies with Henry (also uber curly, adorable and smart).

Anyway, this here post is my love song to Randi. Don’t look at her site unless you want to be totally absorbed. When we move this spring, I’m going to ask Randi if I can blow this piece up for my kitchen. I love the color orange (see my header). This still life is full of whimsy while being the absolute perfect composition. I just love it so much.

Randi Brookman Harris’s portfolio & tumblr Yes!

P.s my last post was about being depressed. I know I have to pull out of it. I have some fun projects to focus on this week. To be honest with you Miley Cyrus’s new songs are becoming a cheerful anthem in my studio.

 

Thoughts on art and meaning

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To be honest with you I have been feeling pretty blue lately. I don’t really know why. Everything is fine. My book came out. It’s being received really well. I have other collaborations and projects on the burner and regular commercial projects are coming through. Still, I’m feeling the sort of existential void I think other artists must feel when big projects come to a close. I think it’s really hard to imagine how little of an impact we have on anyone or anything. We as humans are just tiny little dots on the earth among billions of others. I think as artists we have an illusion that we’re somehow speaking to other people through our artwork. Maybe we are but really it’s only for a minute. Sometimes I’m fine with nothing having any meaning and other times I’m trying to find meaning in small things.

I keep thinking about this poignant Faulkner quote I read on Brainpickings the other day.

Since people exist only in life, they must devote their time simply to being alive. Life is motion, and motion is concerned with what makes man move — which is ambition, power, pleasure. What time a man can devote to morality, he must take by force from the motion of which he is a part. He is compelled to make choices between good and evil sooner or later, because moral conscience demands that from him in order that he can live with himself tomorrow. His moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream. … The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
-William Faulkner on writing

Above is a piece I did this morning just to move the brush around.

Inka and Niklas: Applied sunset

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Inka and Niklas Stockholm, Sweden based photographers became interested in the midnight sun (basically a long sunset) in Norway. They started to work with the sunset, photographing it every night one summer.

“Looking for clues to the power we became fascinated in the spectrum of colors the sunset produces. Later on we started going around applying colors of that spectrum; red-pink-yellow-blue, using a simple on-camera flash; Trying to transfer that magic of the sunset on to various scenes and objects”

Via Ignant

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