Bee and I haven’t yet entered the craft stage (we’re still working on getting the spoon in the mouth rather than on the dog), but I’m so looking forward to a bright future of glue sticks and construction paper. Crafting was one of my favorite hobbies as a kid, and although I’m not much of
I’m a creature of habit, meaning I’ve been wrapping gifts in the same mega roll of brown kraft paper for years now. I’m also non-crafty, so any mistakes I make are promptly covered up with the vibrant patterns and hues of Japanese masking tape. And it’s inevitable – I break open my stash to wrap
Making room for creativity often seems like a daunting task, right? Between “real life” responsibilities and dinner prep and ink-scrawled calendar pages, finding time to create for the sake of creating seems like a long-lost luxury. And it is, for most. Unless you’re Austin-based artist and powerhouse career woman Xochi Solis.
Confession time. Pre-baby, I worked endlessly, filling my calendar to the brim with travel and opportunities and conferences and events until I had, quite literally, drained my body and mind and energy of any creative inspiration. The well was dry. And in my head – the most jumbled of places – I thought that meant
Bryony’s resume would read much like mine (although decidedly more glamorous-sounding). Born in London, she re-located to Los Angeles after years of touring with her band. She then launched a label of wearable art before settling in to pursue portrait photography and later publishing a book (I know, I’m exhausted). And then, she created Silk.
Jon Deunas lives in Portland and is a self-taught film photographer, shooting with cameras older than he is.
Author Charlotte Moss once wrote, “We must occasionally remind ourselves of our brief visit on this planet. Shouldn’t we try to express ourselves clearly, make a personal stamp on our environment, and pay attention to the details that make the difference?” And I suppose that’s why my surroundings are so important to me. They’re details – a loose narrative, a personal stamp, a collective visual diary of artifacts and mementos and souvenirs that illustrate our daily lives.
When I first spotted Fanny Schlichter’s designs, I immediately searched for retailers that carried her pieces in the U.S. Of course, I failed, because Fanny’s fashionable creations aren’t available here. They’re not available anywhere, existing only as a figment of imaginative, virtual exploration.