• Picasso, Genius, and Other Misconceptions

    There’s a new show on Hulu called Genius. The first season followed Einstein’s life, and the second is following Picasso’s, following a format where each episode switches back and forth between a chronological telling of the life from birth, and the life in older age, generally around 60 or so. Both men lived around the same time, more or less. Both old ages dealt with Nazi Europe. Both youth’s dealt with visionary minds in a world that was not built for nor appreciated visionary minds. Both men raised their metaphorical (and sometimes not so metaphorical) middle fingers at all the odds and the bad mouthers and convention and insistently, obsessively,…

  • Poetics Online and Indulging One’s Passions

    By trade, I am a web developer and graphic designer, in addition to an illustrator. But my first love, now and always, is poetry and writing. And because of my nature and I imagine an upbringing by two intellectuals and scholars, I have a deep affection for research, deep thought, and contemplation for its own sake. As a related side note, I’m a part of a poetry community in Florida that, every April, decides to throw sanity to the wind and write thirty form poems, with 30 distinct forms, in 30 days in celebration of National Poetry Month. This, earlier this year, gave me an idea. As my community, which…

  • Sanity Ritual: Journaling

    The brain is a funny thing. Everyone, as far as I’ve noticed, has their sanity rituals. Things they do, whether they’re aware of it or not, that keep centered. Keep them clear and present and in a relatively even mood. And the reason I say that the brain is a funny thing, is that inevitably we’ll stray away from those things-we’re busy, we get caught up in life, etc etc-and then we wonder why we’re so crabby and empty-brained and dark-mooded, because the brain somehow forgets, over and over, not only what keeps it happy but that it feels other than how it feels in the moment. Sometimes, we’re way,…

  • Sleepy Sunday Meditations

    There’s something about a rainy Sunday where you don’t actually need to leave the house. Oh sure, you could leave the house. There are always groceries to get. You could clean out the car. But. But you could also get those groceries tomorrow, and the car is always going to be messy anyways, and Monday is lurking around the corner peeking impatiently waving it’s list of things to do and hefting its bucket of stress, and anyways, it’s raining. We flew in this morning from a quick two night trip, and after a nap, and a proper dog cuddle, my sweetie decided it was of utmost necessity to make home…

  • Important Reminders

    Fellow artists, fellow work-from-home-ers, fellow introverts, fellow misanthropic lovers and anxiety addicts, I’ve learned an important, vital lesson today: You really, really need to get the heck out of the house. On a regular basis. Preferably every time you need to work. Ok, ok, so you’ll say things like “Well, waitaminute, that’s a bit overly general, I quite like my home office, I do quite well in it and get regular socialization and am still well rounded and well adjusted.” Right, which is why in this particular blog post, I’m not addressing you. Good for you. Well done. I’m genuinely jealous of your well adjusted-ness in this facet of life.…

  • The Importance of Ritual

    To make the point that is the point of this post, I need to illustrate with a personal story. My sweetie and I, in an effort to cold turkey clean up our health in a desperate gambit against sloth, stress and age, and joined in by my mom and sort of by my dad, have decided to go for a month without any alcohol, fried foods, white grains, or white sugar, and drinking an approximate crap-ton of what they call ‘sassy water’ which is water with cucumber (bleh), lemon, mint and ginger. Added to this, I decided to lean into this whole thing, and I added a rather radical screen…

  • Uranus Retrograde, or Playing Catch with a Runaway Mind

    I’m sitting here on a Sunday afternoon while my very type-A, productive, industrious sweetie wrecks the kitchen doing 50 things with chickpeas, making kombucha (no really, she calls it ‘the buch’, and today’s is her third batch), making a flower arrangement from yard flowers, meal prepping for the week, and generally going toe to toe with her doubts, fears and issues, shaking their hand, sitting them firmly on the couch and moving on. Because she’s like that, and able to do that. Unlike others of us who come face to face with the same, listen to their 5 day long monologue, take another 10 days to think about it, agree…

  • Daily Practice

    Something I’ve realized is that despite what I previously thought, one can stop doing art, and not go crazy. There’s this notion that “I have to make art, or I get twitchy, unsettled” etc, etc, etc. The common statement that “I make art, because I have to.”  But you know what? You don’t. You don’t have to. You’ll only be twitchy for a little while. You won’t go crazy, you won’t necessarily get into an unclimbable funk, you won’t lose who you are. You can stop making art, and life goes on. You’ll engage in the love you have, eat good food, drink good wine, and go on with your…