I am finding that my voice is hoarse from formal emails and professional networking that my inner narrator has been silent for quite some time. The prose that once floated around my mind in moments of peace and reflection, have now rusted, kept still in time. I apologize for the delay, as I have been throwing thoughts like limbs, trying to grasp my words and prose like fleeting, fading friends.
/MAD RAD/ [favorite moment/experience]
“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” – Monet
The grander part of the past weeks have been heavy with a need to elaborate the deeper meaning that Monet impressed upon me as I viewed his three panel Water Lilies at the MoMA in awe. Yet, I still cannot conjure the words that feel exact–something of escape, something of courage. Analyzing strips the grander purpose. Analyzing was stripping my peace. The museum plaque shared that Monet’s goal with this piece was to create “the refuge of a peaceful meditation in the center of a flowering aquarium.” This was perfection. I stood in front of those three large panels and fell in love like falling in the water. Joy and serenity rippled through my body, and I consciously pulled myself back into my very presence. As if bobbing between every shade of blue–there I was in Monet’s garden at water’s edge, and there I was witnessing my presence to it all.
“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.” – Monet
To describe my adoration for Monet’s work is to describe a large portion of work I admire–my own obsession with color. [I once read a book of beautiful blue prose, three times. It’s called Bluets by Maggie Nelson, and for those who can’t quite find the words to connect love, lust, and color, I highly recommend this read. It is the only way I know how to solidify these feelings as a human being. (“Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.” – Monet)]
I will leave the experience at that, and just as simply, but highly encourage you to visit Monet’s Waterlilies or any other work of art you’ve admire in textbook or on a screen–do so in person, in the same space. Take a moment to let words and thoughts escape you, and just, feel.
/GNARLY RIDE/ [all the other dope shit that happened]
Give The Cat A Name
“It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver… If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.” -Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Holly Golightly had it right, and Audrey Hepburn brought it to life. From my first visit, it was a personal goal to experience the flagship store that my role model opened up an infamous movie gazing into the crafted window displays in huge sunglasses, cup of coffee in hand. And so I made my way back up Fifth Avenue one rainy evening, just to admire the displays as they gleamed–and unlike every other city light that glittered in the night sky, these small windows held smaller worlds that were all-accepting.
As they state on their website, “Our most iconic designs are a celebration of the women who wear them. As fiercely feminine as the new Tiffany HardWear collection, the legendary Lady Gaga capture the spontaneity and creative spirit of New York City.” As a female who designs longboards and advocates strength in beauty, this new line by Tiffany, their choice in spokes person, and the window display marketing that accompanies the visual theme has my heart fan-girling hard.
My Art History course in college came with a brief glimpse into the life of Louis Comfort Tiffany, son of founder Charles Lewis Tiffany, only further igniting a fire for the company. I now hold Tiffany’s as a personal goal for my own business for a few specific reasons–craftsmanship: an artistic eye and honor to product quality; customer service: no matter who you are or what you look like you will always be greeted upon entering the store and taken care of with sincerity; sustainability: a company that takes a stance, using their voice to make a better difference.
I attended my first Creative Morning in New York City with my fellow Adobe Residents. Michael Ventura gave a reassuring and encouraging speech of his own experience with serendipity and his elaborate journey so far. I am not a stranger to the circumstances Ventura found himself in before habitually rectifying with optimism. Everything happens for a reason–I recognize serendipity like a fool to deja vu.
Anxiety in the Big Apple
In general… as a being that brims with anxiety ever since I can remember, planning to thrive in New York City was far-fetched dream of creative naivety. My first of three weeks of travel was spent in the Big Apple, only second to a brief day trip two years prior. Although New York City may not be the city of my dreams that I was once so deeply determined it was, a taste full every now and again will more than satisfy my palette for new adventures and stimulating experiences.
Good Eats, Smooth Drinks