And I broke my heart in two, one for me and one for you

My mom was a very crafty person and loved to crochet. When she first was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, she crocheted all the time, a way to help keep her brain active. As time progressed and the disease began to take hold, it became more difficult to complete the more intricate designs of the squares she created in the months and weeks before. Soon enough, she moved on to making tightly constructed circles. Eventually, she just held the empty needles in her hand, roughly simulating the act of creating.

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All that matters is who is open chested and who has coagulated

I know this is going to sound like another “I Heart Iceland” post, but I have to say, I really admire Björk for this.

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Vulnicura came to me at a time when I needed it. It played for me on repeat for pretty much 2 weeks straight while I worked through some shit. I got it and it got me and I loved it, but now I’m at a point where I’ve processed the thing I was working through and now I don’t think I’m going to be able to listen to it for a long time.

So I can only imagine how Björk felt, rereading her diary to the world day after day. Because even though you’re still grieving a thing, it doesn’t mean you have to keep repeating it. Because at a certain point, you’re ready to move past it.

It’s brave she was willing to share it with the world; it’s brave she knew when it was time to end it.

Challenge Accepted.

So, my lovely writer/Internet friend, Kate, recently tagged me in a writer/blogger challenge to answer questions regarding my writing process. And true to my writing process, I’ve been writing this in bits and have been dragging out actually posting it. But it’s Saturday morning, I’ve got nothing to do for the next few hours, and it’s time to finally get to writing! It’s hard to believe how many years have passed since Kate and I first had the pleasure of working together on Lucy Magazine (RIP), and in that time, I’ve had the pleasure to watch her pursue her writing dreams full force. No smoke blowing when I say that it’s been an inspiration, and I’m super stoked to see all the ways she’s continuing to kill it. So, please, go check out her latest endeavor, and follow the project on everyone’s favorite NSA tool.

And so, without further ado, my responses to the challenge (followed by the people I’m tagging to complete it next!) Continue reading

Good Grief…

Alright, another shameless plug/plea…

I posted about Grief: A Life in 5 Stages last year when the first volume came out, and now we’re at it again…

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Peace, by Heather Shaw

Because I paid for that one out-of-pocket, and can’t really afford to do so again this year, I launched a Kickstarter in the hopes of raising the funds needed to come out with vol 2.

So, if you liked what you saw last year, please consider donating to the cause this year. And if you’d like to be a part of the project, send your submissions my way! Looking for original art, photography, and writing (fiction, non-fiction, poetry, essay)! You can send submissions (jpeg files for art or Word docs for writing) to sara @ iamnotajedi.com

 

 

I feel unique, not yet complete…

So, I have this blog I’ve been working on now for a couple of months and it’s just not panning out the way I want it to. I think it’s good, interesting content, but it’s just not writing the way I want it to–I have plenty written and it seems cohesive enough, but there’s something very much missing… not enough connective tissue, not enough soul… not enough something. 

I logged on this morning to just say something, anything, because I haven’t posted in a bit, and I saw that blog sitting there. I spent another 45 minutes working on it, thinking maybe since more time had passed, it would be easier to shape it up and get it where it needs to be.

It wasn’t.

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A little shameless cross-promotion…

Hi, friends!
So, I’ve spent the past couple of months working on another little project and it’s finally LIVE to the public! Grief: A Life in 5 Stages is a lit mag focused on the 5 stages of grief–denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance–both in terms of death and other life situations. Contributions include works of fiction and non-fiction, poetry, photography, and original art.
Check out the content that made it to our first printed edition, and if you have something you’d like to add–there’s still time! We will be posting new content to the website on a rolling basis! (You can contribute directly through the site or via the5stages@gmail.com).

If you’d like to purchase a hard copy of the magazine, you can do so by making a donation on our site and including order info (your name/how many copies you’d like, address) in the Special Notes section. Suggested donation per copy is $3. Print run is limited, so order now before they’re gone!

What the Dali, yo?

So, I recently read how Dali illustrated Alice in Wonderland as part of a limited edition print run, and I was instantly intrigued. I’ve always enjoyed Dali’s work, and Alice in Wonderland is one of my favorite children stories.

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I always loved the original illustrations by John Tenniel, but I’ve often appreciated how other artists have interpreted the text and made the characters their own.

One of John Tenniel’s drawings for  Alice in Wonderland

Learning about this project made me (and D) fall down the internet rabbit hole (yeah, cheesy pun intended) looking up more information about him/projects we might not have known about. During that search, we learned that Dali died of heart failure while listening to his favorite album, Tristan and Isolde, so of course we immediately downloaded it. I’ve been listening to it quite a bit in the evenings as I work on my blog and other writing projects, wondering in what ways this piece inspired an artist I have come to admire.

It’s always interesting to me to think about the things that make an artist an artist–the different parts of other influences that have come together to make them who they are. I think about the music I like, the writers I love, the movies that have been most influential to me, and I wonder how obviously and subtly they’ve shaped my own style. I know I especially go through phases after reading a lot of a certain author where I inevitably write like them (this especially happened with Raymond Carver when I first was really finding myself as a writer and devoured his short stories–thank you C-Matt for getting me into that).

So what’s inspired you and your art–whether it’s visual art, writing, music or something else?