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Rehearse The Life You Want

“There’s a version of the life you want that you can live today.” - Me

I often get stuck focusing on what I don’t have.

My dream is to have several acres of land, a small farm, a huge studio, and a tiny home. But today, I don’t even have a backyard. I’ve watched videos about growing plants in buckets for years, but I never actually started.

Last Sunday, while talking with my brother about gratitude, I said: “There’s a version of the life I want that I can have today.” I realized that out of all the people I know, surely someone would let me set up a small table in their yard where I can start a small garden.

That day, I committed to finding a home for my garden, and within 24 hours, I found one. I spent $29.24 on a 5-gallon bucket, two bags of soil, and seeds for tomatoes and cucumbers. On Tuesday, I planted my seeds, and Wednesday I brought my setup to QC Family Tree, where I’ll visit and care for them regularly.

Each week, I plan to add two more buckets and more soil, with the goal of growing the garden to eight buckets.

Test drive your dreams.
What’s a life you aspire to — and what’s a version of it you can live today?

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But Is It Gratitude Though?

A thought:

There’s a common practice you’ve likely heard: ‘Every morning, say/write down 5 things you’re grateful for’. I agree that reminding yourself what you’re grateful for is a worthwhile practice.

But as I’m processing some things lacking about my life, I’m realizing gratitude isn’t just acknowledging what you have, or the ways you’re fortunate. It’s really about living a life that shows that you value what you have, or the ways you’re fortunate.
Nourishing your relationships. Maintaining your possessions. Leveraging your resources. Taking care of your health.
If your actions don’t reflect care, good management, and treating what you have like it matters, then the feeling of gratitude might be incomplete. And I’ll finding myself wondering why I don’t have the things I need.

Because I do believe this.

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Anonymity Becomes Responsibility

Thinking on a small fraction of the people who will never give me a first or second thought. And it feels so good.

Whenever I’m in an airport, I’m overwhelmed by the number of people moving through a space, all just trying to get where they’re going. There are so many people together, yet no real sense of togetherness, community, or neighborliness. We’re only here because this is the system that best gets us where we need to go.

My trip to New York City gave me that same feeling. Moving through the busy streets and subways of Manhattan, it’s just a mass of people moving quickly toward their destinations. People say New Yorkers aren’t friendly, but I don’t think that’s true at all. It’s just a lot of people who aren’t trying to be here—they’re trying to get somewhere else. And when everyone’s on a different mission, people are either quietly helping you along, or getting in your way—and there’s no time to stop and engage with everyone you pass.

It also makes me think about just how many people are on this planet. As I walk down the street, surrounded by thousands of people, none of them are thinking about me—and the chances that will change are low. That’s not a bad thing. Instead of feeling lonely or insignificant, I see it as freedom. It reminds me that anything I choose to do, I have to do because I want to. And I should do it as well as I possibly can. Because if I’m going to do something no one asked for, why would I half-ass it?

I might as well use my whole ass.

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More to Your Story Than You Think

What I love about these types of images is that I know multiple stories are here.

When something spectacular happens—or maybe not even spectacular, maybe something horrible, something noteworthy—people get caught up in the moment, what happened. But we often completely miss the meaning of the moment: why it happened, or what it means in relation to the other events of our lives.

It’s unfortunate, because there’s really so much value in the story, and comparatively little in the moment. The moment passes, but the story goes on.

More Than The Moment

Human are hard-wired to engage the world through story. We use narrative to process information. Stories are more powerful than facts or events, because stories affect how we feel about facts and events.

When we watch shows, we don’t just watch the climactic moments—we want to see the story of how we got there. We’re willing to start from the beginning. What conflict or problem did that moment resolve?

Jokes consist of a setup and a punchline. Punchlines alone are rarely funny. The longer and more engaging the setup is, the funnier and more satisfying the punchline.

Sports fans don’t just check the final score—they watch the game. Which players made the outstanding plays, which plays were botched. Did the ref make a bad call? The score only matters because of how the game unfolded.

Though we tend to focus on outcomes, it’s really the process that holds the most meaning for us. Stories engage our brains more than facts, and allow us to see ourselves in the storyteller’s experience.

Nothing New

Something I’ve experienced many times—and maybe you have too—is running into someone I haven’t seen in years. I might see someone that I haven’t seen since 2018. We’ll ask that infamous question, “So what’s new with you?!” And both of us will respond with a sort of shrug and say, “same ol’” or “not much.”

That’s insane! That’s literally impossible!

We both lived through one of the most intense and disruptive periods in recent history. Our lives are drastically different. We are different. Eight years have passed.

But we’re so caught up in the day-to-day of our lives that everything feels mundane. We’re not seeing—or able to share—the bigger picture. And we mistakenly believe we don’t have an interesting story to tell. The proper response would be “There’s so much to tell you! Let’s get together for lunch and catch up!”

You Have More Than One Story

You might think that you don’t have a story. I promise you do. You have many.

There’s a story of why you are drawn to the things you love. There’s a story of being an amateur, and what it looked like to show up repeatedly until doing a thing well became second-nature. There’s a story of lessons or frustrations that changed you, and of something unexpected shifting your life in a major way.

There’s a story of who you used to be, and why you are no longer that person. Maybe a story of being changed by a health scare, or losing someone close. Perhaps there’s a story of holding on to something for too long, and how it held you back.

There’s a story of navigating tough times with little support, and a story of finding community where you least expected it. Maybe your story tells how you created something for others by building something for yourself. There’s a story of one door closing unexpectedly—and the doors that opened because of it. Maybe your story is about growing up in an environment where you didn’t fit, or outgrowing one that you loved.

So many things have shaped who we’ve become and what we’ve accomplished. Can you see those stories?

Not Just Results

We tend to think it’s all about results—masterpieces, milestones, and major wins. You can see a moment in someone’s life—a job title, an achievemnt, a defining moment—and it might be impressive. But if you think a person is just the moment you’re seeing, then that moment has to carry everything.

I’ve been saying a lot lately that you can’t ask one piece of art to say everything you need to say
— Ida Irby

What we often miss is that the story is where people get to enter our world.

I can see an amazing piece of art and be transformed by it. But it’s really the work people continue to make—and the story behind it—that allows me to connect. The story is where we enter. The story is where things resonate.

It’s always surprising when I’m reminded that the more specific you get, the more universal your story becomes.

It’s always surprising how people connect to things you never expected. When you share something specific, someone finds themselves in it. If I make art about growing up in New Jersey, someone might not connect to New Jersey itself, but to how I see it—maybe to something specific like the architecture. And suddenly, they start paying attention to the uniqueness of the architecture where they live.

Now my story has connected to theirs.

That’s how stories seem to work.

You may find you’re focusing on accomplishments and big moments, but as you live your life, you are living many stories at once. Take some time to honor your stories. Each day, you’re creating a path for people to connect with who you are and what you do—and a way for them to understand the value in how you show up.

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A Trip Up North

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The process was intentional. The result was completely accidental.
These are images I found looking through magazines after they were used for collage activity.

New Space. Who Dis?

Always in progress, but I’m very pleased with this space!

It’s amazing what happens when you take a moment to look at your life and see how things are unfolding. Last year, I had to move my studio, and my space in the new building was considerably smaller than my previous one. Over the last few months, I’ve been able to expand within the new building—going from a 200 sq ft studio to a 400 sq ft studio with a 50 sq ft supply closet. This space is full of natural light which I haven’t had in a few years. It makes such a difference, especially for artist spaces.

This month, I’ve been focused on settling into the new space. The new studio wide open, which is exciting because I can host small groups here—something I couldn’t even do in my larger studio because of the layout. I’m really excited about what I’ll be able to accomplish here.

As I’ve purged a lot and set the studio up mostly how I want it, I’ve spent this past week getting back into the practice of tapping into creative joy. I’m reminding myself that my goal is to fully show up for this Creative Life, and that every aspect of my life is an opportunity to be expressive and creative. I genuinely believe that if I enjoy my work, I’ll show up to do it — and when I do the work, the reward will come.

I’m practicing following my fascinations and exploring processes I enjoy. I just want to enjoy being in this space, pouring into my process, and making new work that I love.

Here’s some sketchbook play as I get ready to host small workshops in this space.



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The Lesson From A Dream

Beauty that makes my head turn.

I don’t know who she was or why I was on a Greyhound bus, but I woke up from the dream clearly remembering:

Her appreciation wasn’t tempered because it was the best she could get.
It was the best because it was what she had.

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Photo Walk: Before It's Gone

I’ve passed this spot numerous times in my travels. It always captured my attention, but I kept driving past, telling myself I’d capture it another day. Knowing that beautiful moments can easily be missed, and knowing this sight has allowed me to pass it too many times, I decided to stop toying with regret. I pulled the car over took time to document this abandoned beauty.

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ARTIST DATE: Signal in the Glass

Lately I’ve been collecting empty liquor bottles for a side project I’m growing excited about. A friend shared a good spot for me to get bottles, and as I’ve been gathering them, I’ve found myself drawn to  the shapes, styles, and craftsmanship of particular bottles. I’m finding some amazing bottles I’ve never seen before.

For this week’s artist date, I gave myself permission to visit a local Alcoholic Beverage Control [ABC] Store and simply appreciate the beauty and design of liquor bottles. The act of giving myself permission felt important. A huge part of courting my creativity is allowing myself to be in awe — to pay close attention to what’s around me and be appreciative of what’s available to me.

I went to an ABC store near Uptown. I’ve long appreciated ABC stores in Charlotte. Because alcohol sales are controlled in North Carolina, the stores feel less predatory to me. They aren’t clustered in low income neighborhoods. No matter where you are in the city, the experience is relatively consistent. The lighting may shift — brighter in some places, more dim in others — but the selection is largely the same. In more affluent neighborhoods, the more expensive brands may be more fully stocked, but overall the stores are neatly arranged, thoughtfully displayed, and filled with an impressive range of options.

Walking in, I felt slightly awkward being there for my purpose. I did buy something, but I wasn’t there to make a purchase. I was there to look — to study — to appreciate (and photograph) beautiful bottles. I’m never quite sure how to move through a space like that without feeling conspicuous. Explaining myself can feel overly artsy or strange. I imagine some people wondering what I’m doing. At one store, as I checked out, a worker said, “You were in here for an hour for that Forester’s.” It wasn’t an hour — but yes, I was taking my time. I was savoring the experience.

That comment felt like part of the larger lesson of the day.

After I’d been in the store for a while, one of the employees told me I wasn’t allowed to take photos in the store. I don’t believe it’s a statewide policy — maybe for the store. I didn’t argue. I kept walking the aisles and jotted down the names of brands with bottles I liked. After making my purchase, I visited a few other locations to see if I could capture a few more pics, but I felt even more self-conscious, so I didn’t push it.

The experience stirred something in me. As a creative, it feels strange not to be able to document what inspires me in a public retail space. I don’t love the idea of having to operate in stealth to do something so harmless. It made me aware that I don’t yet know how to confidently position myself for something as simple as photographing bottles for a personal project I plan to write about. People can be surprisingly defensive about photographs. It seems silly when my intent is something so simple, but for someone who doesn’t know me, I understand their wariness.

It made me realize I want to get better at establishing credibility — at speaking to strangers in authority in a way that clearly communicates the legitimacy of my creative practice. I suspect one of my next artist dates will revolve around simply asking for permission to do something that feels slightly out of place.

As I wandered the aisles, I found myself especially fascinated by the variations within the same brands — how one distillery might offer multiple expressions, each distinguished primarily through packaging. It reminded me of an insight an artist once shared about presentation and value: in our culture, art on its own isn’t always highly valued, but art in packaging absolutely is. Design becomes the signal for quality. When you can’t immediately look at the product and tell which is higher-end, “premium” is communicated through craftsmanship — in the label, the glass, the typography, the form.

So many deliberate choices. So many beautiful bottles. I left with ideas about specific brands I’d like to collect more empties from — and how to source them more efficiently (if you’re a bartender in Charlotte, we should talk.)

Beyond simply admiring bottles, I found myself reflecting on how I present my own work — and how I present myself. What signals quality? What communicates intention? What quietly expresses value?

This is why I take artist dates.

They are my way of courting my creativity — of wooing my sense of wonder. Inspiration doesn’t always arrive dressed as a big idea. More often, it appears when I allow myself to see something discarded as special, when I let simple things be engaged more fully.

No audience.
No performance.
No productivity.

Just me, moving slowly through fluorescent-lit aisles, paying attention.

And for now, that’s enough.

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