This week I took a class on relief printing on the Vandercook press, and I got to do my first linocut! Honestly I took the class more for the linocut than the Vandercook, which I had used once before with letterpress. The class was led by Icarus Key and held at The Soapbox, which is a true community gem. I really vibe with the type of people who are into print!
A progression - I started with vision boards that remind me of what edges of myself I wanted to push. Each year I find myself moving further away from words and just wanting images. It lets me redefine and find new meaning as I reflect on it throughout the year. It is becoming like my own personal tarot card for the year.
This photography workshop was powerful. The space, the safety, and the alignment with my values was inspiring and it re-connected me to the power of photography.
I forgot how hard it was to do everything at once - giving direction, finding the right light, and correcting little details in the shots.
While in San Francisco over the summer, I was fortunate enough to visit the Color Factory - a 12,000 square foot color immersion experience.
Story is powerful. Actively crafting my story gives me the power to heal my past, understand my present, and drive my future.
During a lovely evening walk on a real SF summer night (in October) we came across a group playing bike polo near Mission Dolores park.
We time traveled back from Thailand to California this week.
The minute I'm at one milestone, I'm starting the road to the next one. As a person who is constantly wanting to learn and grow, the end (and celebrating) never happens.
The terraced rice paddies set a slow rhythm to our two months living in Indonesia and were clearly an integral part of life in Bali.
The dramatization displayed 5 parts of the Hindu epic, Ramayana.
One of millions of food carts around Chiang Mai, Thailand, solidly holding its own against the golden arches.
Lessons learned during the water project.
Our roots seemed to just have been settling into this wild and breathtaking golden state.
On the same May morning my parents were ending their California visit to go back to India, we had to put down our dog Max. This combination of events left Jason and I reconfiguring our plans all summer long.
I view my life as an experiment and I attempting to unify the various theories of Sherry E. My personal life is not separate from my work (no one's really is) and like it or not, we all bring our whole experience with us to each moment.
I hope documenting my experiences around doing remote work will help me learn what an increasingly remote work force needs from talent management.
what unifies me, what is driving me, what is my one word that is the undercurrent of who I am.
What is it about writing that creates this state of flow? My brain is actually physically buzzing/tingling/warm right now.
Maybe my life is an unraveling, maybe that is what everyone's life is? An unraveling back to the tight code that we were born with.
All of this is exciting and new, and it is naturally still rubbing against my grief and sadness. I think this will be the way it has to go for a while.
I wanted to document the damage my 75 pound boxer boy, Maximus could do to his toys.