Autumn is awesome.

I am ripe with ideas, counting down the days to October 1st; the day when all of the clutter in my apartment will be cleared out and restored to the creative chaos of my new-found studio.  My life will evolve, providing more space to separate the domestic from the artist so that each may shine and flourish and feed into the other.

There I will be painting and sewing and experimenting with all media in order to experience and enjoy; the point will be in the process.  Hands-on visual art requires space and privacy in order to flourish before it is revealed.

In my home I will be able to apply my projects as a form of interior design; reinventing our living space with subtle, elegant details.  This in turn will encourage M@ and I to make music.

I love the Fall.

Whispers

Tiny voices
seek the chance
to be amplified

the whispers of conception
are timid these days

Sweater Biscuits

Progress is the upgrade from draped tapestries to real curtains and quitting phase one: electronic nicotine... as harmful as a cup of coffee (they say).  I actually already quit, the e-cigarette is for my boyfriend.  It has been working as a supplemental crutch for 3 days.
I've been on the prowl for some decent used furniture.  I found a composite teak shelving unit that I bought to house the record collection that migrates around the apartment in various crates and bins.  I have yards of fabric to make into curtain panels.  The velvet bundle is sitting on my drawing table, waiting... (where I haven't been drawing, either).

The neighbors have been crafting a beautiful garden where kitty loves to play.

My time is divided up into work, chores, errands and day dreaming.

Sweater biscuits.

Twenty Nine

I'm turning 29 on the 29th.  I am seriously considering all aspects of my life; the wonder and regret, the hope and boredom... the planning, the wishful thinking, ideas in neglect, revisited at dawn...  the selfishness and generosity, the friends and the fears. 

Most importantly the love~ for my self and my soon to be fiance... for my family... for my tribes... for my cat.  I have got to stop feeling so sorry for myself!  I am essentially one of the luckiest ladies in the world and with that I can make the time to create the manifestations that grow grander each day in the hatchery of my mind...!

Time to make and do!  Do it to it! 

Also, don't forget to exercise ;)

Professionalization

The 9-5 will not define me, it will support me.

ha

What is this?  Some mayhem I am indebted to?  Some sense of responsibility that I hold onto with such serious integrity?  What a catastrophe.  I am essentially drunk, distraught... incorrigible.  So what that I am some sort of in love, some sort of responsible, some sort of respectable, some sort of hopeless fool?!

I love you.
...
Stay with me, alright?


xoxo
Maia

PS  Sorry to be so ridiculous always
      Thank you for being so coy/cool/collected and awesome

2012

A new year and a fresh perspective.  2011 was a year of heartache and struggle for many people.  I am grateful for my friends, family and the resources available to me.  In particular my thoughts are with my dear friend Ariel, whose mother passed early in the morning, New Years day.

I have set out a number of goals for myself.  There is much to be said for the discipline of self- education.  The structure of the modern institution and the life long debt that goes with it is no longer a viable option for me.  Instead I turn to the internet, and rely on a personal drive to utilize the vast and current tutorials available for purchase (and sometimes for free) that will guide me into achieving the proper skills for freelance web design.  I will also be refining my knowledge of Adobe CS5 Graphic Design suite.  A new web site for my own work will be developed as I learn.  Additionally I plan to develop a line of affordable handmade products, cards and high quality prints of my art which will be available on Etsy in the spring.