Posts tagged ‘humor’
muscle building doodles
I haven’t drawn much lately and I felt rusty when I sat down to draw this morning. It feels like my hand won’t obey my mind. But slowly, slowly, the energy starts to infuse my finger tips and then I just follow along a winding trail. The blank page can be so intimidating after a long absence.
I think it will be a good exercise to occasionally post my doodles – they don’t have much deep meaning but some of them look like they do!
my new motto
I found this pillow today in the spare bedroom. It’s one of those rooms that no one goes into. My mother’s taste was strictly modernist so I don’t know where it came from. I think I will try follow its precepts though: live well, laugh often and love much.
It is so much better than living miserably, crying all the time and hating everything.
my cards have landed
Yeah! A fun store in the neighborhood, Co-op28, is showing my card line. It’s a great feeling to finally be out there. And the cards look great. If you find yourself in Los Feliz, stop by. One small step…
the power of negative thinking
The Anitidote, by Oliver Burkeman, proposes that living with uncertainty will make you happier than positive thinking. I’ve been living with uncertainty for over 5 years (actually my whole life but that’s another blog) and I’m not sure if I agree about the happier part but it is a more realistic way to navigate our current crazy economy.
I saw this trailer on my favorite blog, Brain Pickings. Blogger Maria Popover has an omnivorous curiosity for all things science and art. I highly recommend signing up for her newsletters. It’s like Christmas (or Hanukkah?) for the mind every Sunday morning.
everything starts small
The message in this animation hits me in the tender spot. I need to embed it deep inside my brain so when I get monumentally impatient, I remember that sometimes a wobbly little toot is as loud as it’s gonna be.
training wheels
Identity in the age of extroverts…
I’ve been waiting to receive a book I ordered from the library called Quiet: The Power of Introverts by Susan Cain. I’d like confirmation that introverts can do public things even though they would really rather just be home with a good book.
I opened up my e-shop for business on Tuesday and stepped through a doorway that I didn’t even know was there. The first feeling was excitement followed by dawning dismay as a trickle of orders (2 to be exact) showed me that this was not going to be easy. As a matter of fact, it was going to be damn hard to go from zero to being an established brand. That was the first clear insight. I am awestruck by how quickly perceptions pivot once we step off the cliff.
Now that my eyes were wide open and my mood dropping faster than an untethered elevator, a good friend shined a light on another more tricky problem. What exactly was I selling anyway? Was I making art sold as greeting cards or did I really want to sell greeting cards with my artful and skewed take on life? Good question.
I’m not sure I can answer it just yet but I think it calls for a clear-eyed culling of my images and adding some words or punchlines which communicate a reasonably authentic sentiment. Now I bet you are wondering how I could not know greeting card 101, but maybe I wanted to bypass having to really tell anyone my feelings. I guess all that therapy didn’t prepare me for this.
Stay tuned.
dis-location
My new home is familiar yet deeply different. Instead of squeezing myself into crowded subway cars, I squeeze my car into massive traffic jams. In NYC, I complained about no personal space. Out here, not letting someone into your lane is a way of claiming space. It’s car eat car.
Nice weather though.
Just Tolkoff 