Little Worlds and Heaven

When I was a child, I used to imagine myself in little worlds that were different from my physical surroundings. Sometimes the world was heaven, or the place I was going to go after I died. Most of the time, though, my imagination simply brought me to another place. Usually there would be no people in my world, just a broad and beautiful landscape. Lots of green, a field of flowers, and always bright rays of sunlight.

In many of the images I saw of myself, I would float in space. I would take off in a little bubble (like a soap bubble) and fly away in a feeling of ease. Sometimes I like to go back to those imaginative spaces and ponder what it's like to float, or what it's like to spend days in a beautiful field. 

And then the nighttime comes, and I create little worlds in sleep. 

Sweet dreams, everybody. 

Retail Worker

I work in a little boutique on NW 23rd street. Sometimes working in retail is very fast paced, but other times, it can look like this:

Sweep, dust, size, wait, repeat.

All of you who have worked in retail, I'm sure, know about the different types of customers. You have the people who want to buy everything in the store, the people who "really shouldn't be shopping right now," the people who say things like, "this is a solid maybe!," and the people who spend about an hour looking at every single item in the store. Then you have the people who just want to have a conversation, the people who are going to a wedding tomorrow and need a dress now, and the people who insist that a certain style of clothing doesn't look good on them, has never looked good on them, and will never look good on them. Ok, then! Having a job in retail can be very entertaining, and it's all thanks to the fabulous customers! ;)

Some more takes:

D&S

Since I am taking a year off from college and I still live at home, I cherish every day that I can get out of the house. I don't live in downtown, so to go anywhere, I have to make a bit of a trip out of it. I guess that's the problem with living "almost in the West Hills," as a girl I used to go to school with so kindly put it to me once. Ha ha.
Today my mom and I went to Yoga Bhoga in SE Portland, and we took a great Hatha Flow class from the owner, Scott Lennartz. Then we headed over to Mother's Bistro, and I had a Cajun Frittata, which was delicious, except after I ate it, I realized that the sour cream I thought I was smearing all over it was actually butter. Hmmm. I was wondering why it seemed to melt into the frittata. So a little word of advice: if you go to Mother's, or any other restaurant for that matter, and you get a little jar of what looks like sour cream, taste it before you slather your meal with it.
Anyhow, here are some of my favorite shots from today, with my mamma:

 At Mother's:

 Shopping Adventure (these shoes are at Ross, and they were only $18):

The Night

Night is probably my favorite time of day because of the calmness. Most people are home, cozy behind their lit windows, maybe drinking some coffee or tea. The light is not so shocking and severe at night (though, in Portland, the perpetual grey skies make the daytime light a little dull). No matter the daytime light, though (grey or bright), a twilight walk never fails to restore my energy and put me in a better mood. Here are some takes from blue hour:

Welcome

This blog will serve as an artistic diary, where I will post works in process. Most of the time I am a perfectionist, but I will use this space to experiment with unfinished works of art. I hope you guys enjoy. :)