“Art is an inherently hopeful act, an act that echoes the creativity of the Creator.” — Makoto Fujimura, Refractions
During a conversation with my accountability partner, she paused, horrified. “I said ‘very,’” she explained, “and I’m trying to rid myself of lazy words.” The phrase so captured my attention that I told her I was going to “borrow” it. She affirmed the quasi-loan, though, so there’s that.
My mom says I’m eclectic. She has a point. I maintain several interests, many of them seeming to be sharp contrasts to others. For instance, I practice handlettering (I’m not yet good enough to call myself a “handletterer.”) but attend boxing and kickboxing classes and collect an occasional Funko POP! figure.
What do oranges have to do with Type 1 diabetes, you ask? The juice proves helpful when treating a low, but bear with me—oranges play another role in this story of my mine. Let me tell you about them and 30 other things.Continue Reading
When I read the news about the election results at 1:30 a.m. Wednesday morning, I felt stunned. Shocked, maybe even a little horrified. I understood how we got to the place we were and are, but a part of me expected a different outcome.
Over the course of a few months, I worked with Signs of Love, a nonprofit that serves deaf communities in underserved regions, to develop new illustrations. They desired a series of drawings that encapsulate the steps of a healthy, long-term relationship. We originally planned for six drawings to replace the ones currently in use. I added a seventh because it seemed strange to jump from pregnancy to old age with nothing in between.