August 29, 2011 § 4 Comments
My brain went on intermission. It did so amidst a 3-part post. You’ll have to give it pardon. It’s a mind of its own. Its carefree desires could not be abated by the warm weather and summer sun and by life’s unexpected turns. From time to time, my brain hurtles at a pace I cannot always control and of subjects I oft wish to ignore (or, like, bury; as in topics that I command to “Go hang out with Id and make yourselves scarce” type of repression). This is quite contrary to what I recently said here in my culling of creative ideas (I may have actually written that post to avert my mind from going on holiday).
Well, believing I have every trick to control my mind, I gave it a free pass to do whatever it wants. My brain checked out, “Sucker!”. It chose to think nothing of D-I-Y for the month of August. Perhaps for good reasons.
ONE: My second attempt at MSLO
Back in May, I mentioned my bizarre fateful experience in New York wherein a dysfunctional GPS led me to an inexistent gas station, in which place was Martha Stewart Living. I mused over my lofty dreams of being a Crafts Associate at MSLO and my first unanswered application in 2009. Well, quite coincidentally, a crafts position opened in June, less than three weeks after my NYC experience. I applied, having waited for this opportunity for two years, all along rejoicing “It’s fate, it’s fate, it’s faaaaaate!”. Well, the anticlimax: nothing happened. Other than I held my breath for a good 6 weeks (right about the time my brain checked out). To no avail and a bit to my sorrow.
These images are my portfolio samples of how NOT TO get hired by Martha. In hindsight, I can presume they are actually not looking for an obvious “crafts” portfolio. Perhaps my submission was too transparent. I will certainly try again with a much different approach. This attempt is not my last.
TWO: My job
This is a subject that is out of bounds for this blog, though I mentioned my frustrations in one recent post. For now, my job consumes a lot of mental effort, primarily because I am learning everything as I go and secondly because I worry about the direction of my career. But I discovered you can’t really plan life (not entirely)…
I did craft something this month. I made a small 22-page photo journal in memory of my dear friend’s father who passed very unexpectedly this month. Designing and making a hand-bound photobook may be an uncomplicated task, but it was the most difficult thing I’ve crafted for anyone. Even more difficult was the moment I handed the finished book to my dear friend, and the subsequent moments she wept at the turn of every page, laugh-crying at the funny memories he left us of his magnificent life. Truly, it is the small things that make the bigger gestures in life. We have every ability to give love and joy and to lift away sadness and pain (even if it’s in small doses).