It's funny how life and timing play out when it comes to your dreams. Take me for instance, I wanted to be a ballerina and tell stories through the fluidity of my movements, without the need of words, to convey meaning with my body, however, we didn't have the money growing up, so I choreographed... Continue Reading →
Now here's a good one that goes with the whole "convention panics" rants and raving tangents I've been going off on lately (See here and here). Because it can often get a bit overwhelming when one is hit with the idea that they are doing something, giving so much of themselves and there time but... Continue Reading →
I don't know about anyone else, but my road to creative success, even just personally, has been one riddled with the doubts, compromises and all out stop gaps of what I've come to label -not affectionately mind you - the "convention panics". I've never been one to fold or fall easily to the whims of... Continue Reading →
How many times have I been here before, or for that matter have you? Sitting before a blank page on a screen or in a notebook with an empty head and a tight chest as the feeling of disappointment strikes with the realization that here you are ready to work but without anything to say.... Continue Reading →
As children we tend not to need other's permission or approval to do something creative, to go for something that we want or feel we need to do. We have a unyielding confidence that paves the way for ultimate belief in our vision and skills at conveying and achieving its means ends. Of course... Continue Reading →
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