This classy little potato was the star of the show last night on our dinner table. Those crispy, salty leaves of potato just begged to be peeled off and popped in my mouth. I saw Ina Garten hold up one of these beauties on her show yesterday and I did a double-take. I paid rapt attention as…
Thank you for the sweet words. It means a lot to me, because without people to share my art with… my dreams would stay hidden away here in the little upstairs hallway in which I bring them to life. The lion’s share of the fun is to share them with people who *get it*. It makes it so fantastic and fulfilling for me.
I also wanted to say something else in regards to my past work; the only reason I say I was a forgettable office drone was because I was unable (and at times unwilling) to put my heart in it. In fact, my health suffered, my moods suffered, my entire being suffered, because I was burying my true self. My artistic self. But I completely and totally appreciate the people who work in these jobs every day.
I think everyone can find harmony and art in their work. My fantastic soul brother Clint McCune once told me his thoughts on this, and though I can’t quote him exactly, I can relay the essence of it here. Everyone can put their heart into their work, and can make an art of it. The plumber can be a maestro at what he does… the secretary can be the orchestra leader in a complex tapestry of an office. A coffee barista can make someone’s day absolutely sing. Those are no small things.
Sometimes jobs can be thankless… and I will never forget what it was like to finish a day of packing apples by scraping the wax off the sorting rollers in 100 degree heat, or scrapping out an entire three story house full of heavy, dirty sheetrock pieces, and being so sore I had to lift my own legs up and into the car when it was time to go home. Or being outside in -15 degree snow, and having to wash equipment with cold water and having it freeze on your clothes. Some people have no choice. Some people love it despite the difficulties. And some people use those experiences as catalysts to push them towards doing what they love. I fall into that last group… but will always have huge respect for everyone out there who joins in the great collective of everyday workers.
Life is a grand spectacle, and we’re all in it together. <3
We went to see Hugo last night. It was, in short, perfection. If you haven’t heard of the movie, or have only paid faint attention to the previews - DO NOT WATCH THEM AGAIN!! They give away some spoilers that is best left to discover in the movie. But run, run…. runnnn to the theater and go see this absolute gem of a film. It’s been awhile since I’ve fallen in love with a movie.
Paris, train stations, clockworks, automatons… I think I need to see it again, very soon.