In the western part of the United States, there are vast expanses of government land. Most is accessible to the public, and much is open to dispersed camping, which means that you can pull over and camp anywhere you want for up to fourteen days at a time. BLM land (BLM refers to Bureau of Land Management) has a few common-sense rules to keep it clean and safe for everyone’s enjoyment. Campers who are drawn to these remote areas come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, from big RV rigs to tents. They bring their own resources and take their waste out with them. Some people boondock full-time, moving from place to place. Others are weekend campers, heading out from nearby communities to party and relax. Some, like us, are snowbirds who have come for the winter. We have enough water, propane, and catch tanks that we can spend a few months without refilling or dumping. Our solar panels and batteries can handle all of our electric needs.
As we were driving to one of our favorite boondocking spots in the southern California desert, I noticed a lot more people camping in cars than I have ever seen before. I assume this is because of the pandemic, and that some who lost jobs and even their homes have chosen to spend time in this solitude. The desert is one of those things that people either love or hate. Some feel exposed in wide open expanses of nothingness, and feel an unsettling lack of human presence. Others are moved by the intense light reflected from vast skies, and by tenacious life that has adapted to extreme conditions in beautiful, subtle ways.
I come to the desert to leave the distractions of a chaotic world and spend my days in the presence of the sun. Granted, I bring some distractions with me. My computer, phone, books, and other mindless activities. But I also bring things that force me to become fully present, such as art supplies, a journal, my mandolin, and a chair to sit in beneath the sharp night sky. If you spend enough time here, you will eventually exhaust the distractions and end up encountering yourself. There’s infinite space to struggle and wrestle demons and scream into the void. Reflection, contemplation, and meditation ultimately lead to growth. I love the desert.
I've always had a restless heart and have been traveling since I was nineteen years old. Do you yearn to get on an open road and see where it will take you? What is stopping you?
Priscilla Queen of the Desert
I drive separately from my partner because I take side trips by myself and spend time with family in Colorado on my was to and from the southwest. All of the art supplies that can fit are packed into the pop-up camper. My partner wanted the biggest, most powerful pickup that he could find so that we can use it for towing, so we got Priscilla. I would have opted for something smaller, but I can’t complain. She is big, powerful…. and those hips. I love those hips. She’s a cushy comfortable travel companion who always gets me where I’m going, and she can make the boys cry. She takes care of me.
I started driving south a few days ago, getting up early in the morning to avoid rush hour traffic on a stretch of I-25 between Denver and Colorado Springs. A few hours in, the sun rose to meet me, slanting up from the east to illuminate Pikes Peak as I passed. The highway through south Central Colorado and North Central New Mexico intersects vast open expanses to east and the Rocky Mountains to the west. The colors are similar to Nebraska's in January, but at elevation the powdery blue shadows and washed out yellowed grasses are sharp and somehow vivid. The sun is closer. I was driving a pickup with a cab-over camper, and my plan was to intercept my partner somewhere between Albuquerque and the Arizona border. He left our home in Nebraska the same time that I left Northern Colorado, but he had farther to go than I did, and his path would cross mine somewhere in New Mexico. He was driving a new RV that he rebuilt onto a semi truck, pulling an enclosed trailer with his rock crawler and all of its accoutrements.
I switched from a podcast to the radio after passing Santa Fe. For the rest of the day I listened as the events at the Capitol unfolded, my stomach knotted with disgust and disbelief. We will all remember where we were and what we were doing when this event happened. For me, it was driving through Albuquerque and veering west onto Interstate 40, following the sun which had by now gotten in front of me.
I’ve never seen so many trucks on an interstate highway as I did the rest of that day. There must have been a big storm to the north which diverted the commercial east-west traffic across the country to a more southerly route. The trucks seemed like a long segmented snake across the high desert. The truck stops, pull-offs, and fueling stations were full of semis and their goods. Driving while surrounded by trailer rigs is stressful. Most of the truckers have little patience for other vehicles, and they’re not afraid to throw their weight around. There was a weary tension backed by tons of rolling steel that made it exhausting. Ten hours after starting my journey, I pulled over in a crowded truck stop and waited for my partner to catch up to me, crawling into my nest in the camper and resting. He rolled in a few hours later, we ate a quick supper and got back onto the truck-infested highway.
The sun beat us to the Arizona border. It was only 8pm or so when we arrived at our next stop, but it was pitch dark and unusually cold with a biting wind. There is a sandstone cliff that overlooks Speedy’s Truck Stop, but in the darkness we could only see its faint outline from reflected lights. (BTW, during non-pandemic times I would have run inside for one of their amazing Navajo Tacos). We fueled and tucked our vehicles into a corner as far away from the other trucks as possible. Truckers understandably don’t like RV’s taking up spaces in their lots. Most RV’ers are on vacation, and the trucks are working, and when the lots are full they have to park on highway interchanges. We didn’t sleep much. The headlights and growling engines from the trucks coming and going didn’t stop all night. At 4am we got up, warmed our own engines, and pulled out once again. The highway was much quieter. We passed trucks lined up on interchanges and at stops, resting and waiting for morning. The heater blasted as I listened to the news of the night's events. The cold dark nothing outside was oddly peaceful with daylight still hours away. I was inside a protected little pod flying across a frozen desert, disconnected from the lonely blackness outside but at the same time very small and vulnerable.
If you approach the San Francisco Peaks during the day, you see tops of the mountains sticking up from the floor of the desert plateau from a hundred miles away. In the dark morning, I didn’t see it at all until we were climbing the eastern slope. (This range is fascinating geographically and historically.) The sun had barely begun to tint the eastern horizon, and as we climbed, the outlines of the peaks and pine trees appeared. The town of Flagstaff is in the middle of this archipelago of mountains, and it was there that we turned south toward Phoenix. On the southern edge of the prominence there is a vast, steep drop to the warm desert below. The pine-covered hills give way to a starkly different ecosystem of the warm, rocky, cactus filled Sonoran desert. We stopped at an overlook just as the sun crested the horizon. A few hours later, we pulled into Phoenix, shedding our winter coats and the weight of a frozen chaotic world.
A New Challenge
A few years ago, I decided that I wanted to master watercolors. Most of my life they intimidated me, so I avoided them. Now, in my older years, I listen to the voice of fear or unease and promptly tell it to go to hell. I spent a few winters struggling with it until I felt that I was finally getting a feel for it. Haven't reached mastery yet.
Along comes gouache. Another media that I feel inept and awkward with. One that has left me dissatisfied and frustrated when I've dabbled with it. So guess who is going to learn to paint with gouache this year? Yup, that would be me. I am in the kicking and screaming stage right now, but am confident that we will eventually become friends.
The other day, when I was at the art store in Boulder, I made a commitment and bought a few tubes of new colors of gouache. I thought that I had the rest packed in my art supplies. Fast forward, I am far from any art supply store, and just discovered that I don't have the other colors that I thought I did. Not willing to give up so easily, I ordered some online, and hopefully they will be shipped to a friend who we will see in a week or two at our next destination. I'm not going to give up so easily, gouache!
Below are some sketches that I did from the drive. The left is the open highway in New Mexico. The middle one is the truck stop with the trucks lined up in the darkness. On the right, the sun peaking up over the mountains in Flagstaff. I substituted watercolor for my missing gouache colors. If you've painted with gouache, let me know your experiences!
I’ve been in Colorado for the past few weeks. Desipite the pandemic, December was filled with time with friends and family. There have been a lot of blankets and wool socks in my life recently, since we moved the social sphere outside. Sitting around in my best friend's driveway all bundled up and drinking hot beverages, and lots of walks and hikes. The best part by far has been spending quality time with my two daughters.
The day after Christmas was bright, sunny, and 60 degrees. Ana, Kate and I unanimously decided on a hike on one of the trails west of the city of Boulder in the mountains. We were well aware that, on days like these, everyone and their brother had the same idea. But people are extremely predictable, and we knew that it wouldn't be hard to find a trail that wasn't packed. We drove up Flagstaff Mountain, an extremely steep switchback road leading up the first mountain that overlooks Boulder and the Front Range. Absolutely stuffed with people. Bumper to bumper Subarus and foolhardy bicyclists. Parking lots and pull-outs full of cars. Everyone had their brand new outdoor outfits on. REI, VOOG (Vegan Organic Outdoor Gear.... Ok, I made that one up), all new and shiny and ever so fashionable. After a few miles up the mountain and trailheads with people lined up to get on the trail, the crowds suddenly thinned out. We pulled into a partially full parking lot, no human in sight. After packing up protein snacks, water bottles, and masks, off we went down the wide open trail. We only saw a handful of people. One of the things that always blows me away when I go hiking in Boulder County are the bad-ass trail runners. Its not just amazing that people are actually jogging or running up and down in the mountains. The thing that really gets me is that most of the trail runners we see are in their 50’s and 60’s. For reals. I wanna be like those people when I grow up.
After our 3.5 mile hike, we headed back to civilization, dodging the cars and bikes on the way back down the mountain. On a non-pandemic day, we might have stopped at the Rio restaurant in Boulder and enjoyed a rooftop hot toddy with an amazing view the Flatirons foothills, or a beer in one of the dozens of microbreweries. As it was, we went to Guiry's, the only remaining art supply store in town (CU, the local university, has managed to push most of them out). My girls and I are all artists with our own genres, and there’s a section for everyone in that store. You know that feeling when you walk into a store that has everything that your little creative heart could desire? Its better than being a five 5 year old in a candy store. The fresh colors, the pigments, the tools….. possibilities are boundless. I don’t know about you, but I can smell the infiniteness wafting down the isles and oozing from the pads of blank paper. Its just magic. So the endorphins from our hike and my giddiness from being in the art store catapulted me into a spectacular mood, and I felt like I was high for the rest of the afternoon (I honestly didn’t partake in any of the Colorado herb available in the nearby stores). To top the day off, they made me an amazing home-cooked dinner of salmon and carmelized brussel sprouts. What a great day!!
Me: I always like to start off by asking: What is your favorite color, and why?
Collin: I like purples and deep purples, because I'm a history nerd, and purple was a very difficult pigment to make. It was really hard to make purple fabrics and cloth. So it's more of a royal color. I also like deeper darker colors, personally, but that's probably just because I'm into history. Royal colors- the purples and the blues.
Me: So what is your art?
Collin: Fantasy and magical weaponry and armor, if I had to describe it. That’s a loose definition but that's good.
Me: And what inspired you, or drew you to this?
Collin: My dad has always fabricated everything. And my mom's very artistically inclined. I've always been very interested in the 14th through 16th century, like Renaissance medieval. That sort of style. I love the knights and armor and swords and shields. That was always something I’ve loved since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. I'm just manifesting a part of that.
Me: How do you manifest creativity in your life?
Collin: Creativity exists as an alternative to normality, so the reason it exists in my life is because I absolutely abhor a boring and regular existence. I really don't like that. Creativity seems like an alternative path to that, and every single person I know, their form of creativity manifests in some sort of beautiful way. I think every single human has inherited creativity and when they express it, it's really cool to see. But I think creativity manifests in my life because the alternative is to be mundane and boring and I can’t stomach that.
Me: What does community mean to you?
Collin: For me, because I'm still on the learning side, community is a wealth of knowledge. The ability for two brains to conquer a problem versus one, and everything I've learned I've learned through someone else. My dad helped me build my first forge, I had to have that stepping stone. You can go on YouTube and you kill yourself doing that sort of thing. You need need guidance, and they don't teach that in school. They teach professional business guidance or how to start a business, but they don't teach you how to do 14th century metal work.
Me: There are a lot of people out there that love to see others being creative, but they’re not quite sure how to make that a part of their own lives. What advice would you give to aspiring creatives?
Collin: I think the societal or the emotional constraint is something that we push against. A lot of people will see an independent artist and they'll tell that person, hey there's no way you're ever gonna make money. And that's wrong. It just takes an exorbitant amount of time, you just have to be passionate about it. My sister is a good example. She worked in food service and places, but she was like I’m fucking gonna be an artist, and she worked way harder than anyone because that's the one thing that she was focused on. Now she’s built an entire business, and bought land, just by creating her art.
You know, not many people I've met are really into 14th century metalwork. Very few people are. You just have to pursue that thing that you find naturally resonates with you. Most people aren’t going to look at a 14th century sword and be like, “That's really cool, I'm going to spend 1000’s of hours learning to make that.” No one else is gonna put all that in, invest all this money on tools. But you might, because you love it, not because it makes sense. People observe that love, and they appreciate what it is. They will pay money for what you do, and they appreciate it.
I think that what happens is that we tell artists that they're not going to make money doing what they do and so they don't think that it’s possible because it's a money game, right? You have to live indoors, you have to eat food. So, people want to go for something more secure and more consistent financially. I try not to spend too much money and have expensive dreams, I try to live within means to realize goals, because it's easy to get caught up in this money game and expect an expensive house and an expensive car. It takes a lot of humility to do that. Most of the time I just sell a lot of drugs as a bud tender at a dispensary. If I did that as a regular day thing and I didn't have something else, life would be really easy for me. But the people who are specialists, which are the people who really end up getting what they need out of the world, are the ones who just continue to pursue their thing. If you can avoid the rules of society, there's a place for everyone to carve it out and then do their own thing.
follow Collin on instagram, Green Wizard
Boulder County straddles the Front Range, with part of the county in the mountains and part on the plains. The city of Boulder has been called the Berkley of Colorado since the 1960’s, with its peculiarity seeping into surrounding communities. Longmont is close enough to absorb the good things about Boulder while retaining its own unique flavor of immigrant families and traditional Colorado culture.
On Main Street in Longmont, there’s a doorway that leads up a narrow stairway of a historic downtown building. It reminds me of Diagon Alley from Harry Potter. The muggles don’t notice it. But if you’re a little bit magic, the metal cactus cutout and the “Cactus Coven” storefront next door will beckon to you. Thistle Witch Tattoo is at the top of the stairs, where Ana Lara-Steely and three others artists operate their studio.
All of their clients come from word of mouth and Instagram. Their friend opened this studio, and more recently the femme pagan curio shop downstairs, by building on reputation and relationships. The work that comes out of this space is quality, creative, and edgy. They take themselves and their art very seriously, and business thriving.
I sat down to chat with Ana this week while they were designing tattoos for clients. Their passion about their work became clear immediately because of the depth of their answers. They were intense and emphatic about tattooing. But they aren't simply producing tattoos. Ana's life is immersed in actively creating an inclusive and loving tattoo culture in their community and beyond.
Me: What is your favorite color?
Ana: Yellow. It’s bright and happy. I think my soul is yellow.
Me: Tell me about tattooing.
Ana: The industry is changing a lot right now. There’s more tattooers than ever been before. It’s kind of effecting how people see tattoo artists and treat us. Instead of going to just some random shop, you can seek out someone because you’ve heard good things about that service. And that’s new.
Me: It seems like there are two components of getting a tattoo. The artwork itself and the experience in the studio.
Ana: Definitely. Word of mouth is huge. If someone comes to you and has a bad experience, that gets around. So it’s important to provide a good service. I have clients who come who have been to a more traditional tattoo shop. And they didn't have a positive experience. They were bullied or harassed or belittled by the artist. So a lot of times people come to us and they're really surprised by how positive and kind and affirming we are. That's something that's changing in the industry as it's getting bigger. The people who are negative or abusive are slowly being pushed out. That's a good thing.
Me: When you talk about offering a positive and affirming experience, what does that look like?
Ana: When somebody leaves the studio I want them to feel good. I don't want them to feel like they got talked into something that they didn't want. They should feel like they got what they wanted and paid a fair price, that they've got something that empowers them. The whole point of tattooing is to make you feel empowered in your body. It’s about being able to choose what your body looks like. It's just this whole new level of empowerment because you get to decide. You’re taking ownership of your body.
Me: How does your own personal journey reflect in the work that you do?
Ana: I think especially for women in this society we're so disempowered with our bodies. There's always these messages of what women should or shouldn’t look like. Tattoos are just really beautiful fun ways break away from that because traditionally it was very unfeminine to do that to yourself. Most of my clients are women. It's kind of this thing where collectively we've decided that this is what we want to do. My generation is like, well screw that, no one can tell us not to tattoo our bodies, we're going to do what we want. We're tough.
I think that falls in a lot with queer culture. They haven’t always been welcome in those hyper-masculine spaces. And so, like a lot of things, queer people have created their own spaces within tattooing. That's what we're doing, opening up this femme queer space. A lot of us identify that way. Only one straight person works at the shop. The rest of us are more fluid. In more traditional shops they couldn't really be open about that. So we just want to embrace and encourage those queer spaces because they're so precious and we want the industry to be more inclusive. That's the kind of energy that we need. We want to create safe spaces for ourselves and our baby gays to get tattooed and express themselves and, again, to take that ownership. I make a point of getting tattooed by femmes and queers because the industry has tried to push them out. They deserve support. I’ve never had a creepy experience with a queer tattooer.
Me: You have created a space for yourself as an artist and an individual to be authentic and to encourage others’ authenticity. What advice do you have for other creatives who have similar goals?
Ana: Do it. Don’t give up. The secret is persistence. I think a lot of people are gonna tell you no. Everyone's a critic, and no one's gonna believe in your dreams as much as you do. And so… just do it. Even if you hate it, you still do it because you love it. There's no magic words, there's no magic formula. You just got to put in the time and the heart and the love...... and that’s all I have to say about that.
Ana on Instagram - @anita.bruxita.tattoo
Thistle Witch Tattoo- @thistlewitchtattoo
The Cactus Coven shop- @the_cactus.coven
Well, the depths of winter have finally settled in. I'll be leaving for the sunnier climes in Arizona in January, but for the rest of December I am in cold, snowy Colorado. Being a sensitive soul makes me susceptible to stimulus from the environment, and the short cold days bring out the worst of my Seasonal Affective Disorder (Seasonal Depression). Lack of sunlight effects my brain chemistry in a bad way. Did you know that sunshine as medicine is real, scientifically based stuff? (If you find yourself feeling depressed during the winter months, you might want to look into light therapy. It really helps me.)
Before I started migrating south, I dreaded this season. (Winter in the desert involves a lot of sunshine. Kinda cheating, but hey, I’ve earned this!) In the past, by December I was skidding down a hill and fearing the dark cold months that felt like nothingness, until spring showed signs of coming back in March. I don't produce much art when I'm depressed. The drive and inspiration isn't there, and then I feel twice as bad because I'm not creating. Over the years, I’ve learned to allow myself to shift with the seasons. Rather than fighting it and feeling defeated, I accept it as the Fallow Time. Being a driven, hyperactive person, this has not been easy to do. Here are some truths that I’ve come to live by: Give yourself permission to not be productive. Give yourself permission to sleep when it's dark. Give yourself permission to be sad. Quiet the inner voices that call you lazy and replace them with kinder, gentler ones. Most of the natural world hibernates and becomes inactive this time of year, so why shouldn’t you?
Because of depression and other issues, the holiday season has always been tough for me. Some of my self-work entails wading through the darkness to find light during this time, and I’m getting closer. Slowly. It’s taken a long time to build a healthy relationship with this season on my own terms. I’ve shifted away from modern society’s definition of “The Holidays”. To me that’s fraught with obligations, shopping, advertisements, pressure to buy things that no one really needs. Now I choose what makes this season important and special to me personally and immerse myself in that. I skip the gratuitous shopping and make things for people (and together with people) instead. Cooking has become a big deal for me this time of year, and I pour my creativity into that. I celebrate Yule (the winter solstice) in ancient northern European traditions that make me feel connected to my roots. I allow myself to become immersed in the darkness (literal and metaphorical) and celebrate the rebirth of the light during the solstice.
What's your experience with this season? Do you love it, or dread it? Do you deal with depression when everyone seems to be happy? Share what it means to you, and what traditions you find joy and comfort in (if you do). I’d love to hear about your experience, too.
I just came across a wonderful gem. “The Alice B. Toklas Cookbook” is a memoir disguised as a cookbook. Her lifelong partner was Gertrude Stein, the famous American writer who, along with Alice, hosted salons in their home in Paris for the leading figures of modernism and literature during the first part of the 1900’s. I can’t wait to get my hands on it. I’m looking forward to reading about their long and loving lives together, as well as the traditional French recipes.
One of the things that appeals to me about this book is that Alice “was a critic and connoisseur, more interested in preparing food, tasting it and passing comment on it, than in consuming it.” I totally relate with this. I love to look at food, read about food, cook it, and share it with others. My guilty pleasure is watching food porn shows on the cooking channels where they almost elevate food to the level of sex by obsessing about it and filming those long, close-up shots of irresistible morsels. I bet Alice would have watched, too. Ah, what I'd give for a cozy night curled up on the couch with Alice and Gertrude, watching "The Best Thing I Ever Ate".
Amateur Food Porn
I was hoping to catch up with the director of an artist residency program during my visit to Paonia, but we weren’t able to connect this time around. Elsewhere Studios is a lovely space that expands beyond the walls of its charming building into courtyards, murals, and installations where creativity radiates into the surrounding town. It is a “choose-your-own-adventure style residency, providing residents with the opportunity to connect with the community... or just time to focus on work. Time spans are individually based - 1 to 6 months, accommodating 4 to 6 artists at a time.” It is “open to visual artists, writers, composers, and performing artists at any stage or their career as well as scientists, activists, teachers, students, or any kind of creative thinker interested in exploring and expanding their work”. There is some scholarship funding for BIPOC and LGBTQIA+ artists. Check them out if you’re interested in doing an artist residency. This place is unforgettable. Elsewhere Studios
Art out and about in Paonia
Driving is my thinking time. I listen to podcasts and music, but also spend many hours in silence, observing and contemplating. Even though I haven’t been making art recently, this is an important part of my incubation process. On my drive back to Nebraska from the western slope of Colorado, I went over three mountain passes and down the I-70 corridor. Any time of year, the mountains are breathtaking. Beautifully, monumentally, in-your-face breathtaking. They are just undeniable. I took them for granted when I lived there. I’m experiencing them as an outsider for the first time, and now I see why so many people are drawn to visit.
As the interstate spit me out onto the flat expanse of the Front Range, I’m struck by the stark difference between the mountains and the plains. After getting through Denver and the cities and back out onto the open road, the subtle beauty of the landscape crept back in. This is the kind of place where you have to be mentally present in order to find the quiet splendor. It doesn’t shout from crystal crusted peaks. It breathes of sunshine and crisp wind and seasonal time. The colors are subtle, but even in the winter time, the palette is thick between blanched yellow sunlight and powder blue shadows. Clouds take center stage, with mesmerizing drifts and undulations. It’s a place that invites contemplation.
The landscape in Nebraska has been altered, managed, and forced into straight lines by human plans. Even so, nature pushes through absolutely everywhere. Erosion, weather, volunteering vegetation, persistent wildlife. This is very different than the vast undisturbed mountain ranges where the native plant and animal life is largely left in peace. (But only because the rugged landscape isn’t easily accessible or ‘useful’ in a human sense.) What I love about the plains is that, wherever a patch of earth is left alone, nature immediately begins to take it back. It's this ever-shifting dynamic that inspires me to create here. In my encounters I've found that people don't come here to share their visions and unique perspectives, they come here to make a living. That's made it harder for me to find other creative spirits, but I know you're out there! Let me know what you find creatively inspiring about the Great Plains.
I was one of those people who decided to travel for the Thanksgiving holiday week. I isolated for 14 days before I left (this was not much of a sacrifice because we seriously hardly ever see anyone. Whatever the criteria is, I think we qualify as hermits). I drove 535 miles in one day to Paonia, Colorado to stay with my mom. It took 9.5 hours, definitely a long day for a lone driver.
Here on the western slope in Colorado, the pandemic isn’t as rampant as it is on the more populated Front Range, but it is still very much a part of life. Yesterday they announced that Colorado’s Governor, Jared Polis, and his partner, First Gentleman Marlon Reis, have been diagnosed with COVID. It hit home that anyone can get it, since he has been a huge proponent of following safety protocols. Mom and I have created our own little bubble in her home. My sister and her family have visited, but the air purifiers are turned on and everyone wears masks. Oh, 2020, you strange bitch.
Paonia is a funky and wonderful little mountain town situated in a valley that opens to a dry desert plateau to the west. There are a mix of ranchers, miners and newer transplants from more populated parts of the state and beyond. It draws creatives, free-spirits and nature-loving hippies. The difference in cultures does create some tension, but it seems that people have found ways to co-exist peacefully. There is a very strong community vibe. For example, yesterday, Mom ordered some items from a local (but regionally distributed) company, Dancing Goats. (Goats milk soaps, lotions and more.) We expected shipment by the end of the week. The next day, the doorbell rang and a lady in a cowboy hat and a mask was standing there with a bag, asking for Mom. It was Loretta Small, one of the owners of the company. She said that since we were ordering from town, she figured she’d just deliver it. She had thrown in a few extra items, and a HAND MADE, HAND WRITTEN thank you card. I was just blown away. Please support them and buy their products (they are natural and awesome, BTW).
The first creative I’ve run into on my travels is Graphic Designer Teresa Shishim. She, her husband, and daughter are all very active in this tight-knit community. Her products range from typographical fonts to original artwork to graphic design. She does design work and creative consultation for private clients and local and state organizations. I sat down with her the other day to ask about her work.
Me: “What is your favorite color, and why?”
Teresa: “The gradient that runs from fuchsia pink to bright marigold. I have a pleasant physical reaction when I see those colors. It’s almost like a taste in my mouth.”
Me: “What do you do?”
Teresa: “I interpret my clients’ marketing and graphic needs, and try to use my style to help them connect with their clients. But it’s not about my tastes, or their tastes, but what their potential clients will be attracted to. It’s a marketing game.”
Me: “Do you feel like you can remain true to yourself as an artist even though you’re working in a commercial field?”
Teresa: “On most projects, yes. I feel like I try to anticipate what their clients will be drawn to, but sometimes my clients want something that I don’t feel great about. In extreme cases I just have to tell them I can’t meet their needs. But in the best case scenarios, their feedback fuels the best design. The result is better because of their input and feedback.”
Me: “So how do you manifest creativity in your life?”
Teresa: “I dabble a lot in different media and subject matter. I still haven’t quite found a media that I would stick to. I just love to play around and different things inspire me. I also spend a lot of time looking at other peoples’ art. Museums and galleries served that purpose in the past, but now we have Instagram and Pinterest, and I LOVE looking at other peoples’ artwork on those platforms.”
Me: “As you and I are sitting here at the kitchen table chatting on this nice sunny afternoon, what are you working on?”
Teresa: “I’m painting glaze on fused glass to make a mosaic for my bathroom.”
(I feel that, at this point, I should disclose that Teresa is my sister. And as I sat at the opposite end of the table, I kept accidentally bumping the legs under the table as she tried to paint. She was very patient with me.)
You can see examples of Teresa’s work, follow her, or contact her on Instagram, Facebook, or Pinterest @yokadesign. Her website is yokadesign.com.
(a few examples of Yoka Design artwork below)
Paonia River Park
I always like to go down to the river and see what cool new additions have been made to this area since my last visit. Teresa designed interpretive signage for the walkway along the riverfront. Local artist Ira Houseweart created some truly phenomenal sculptures that blend in beautifully with the nature there.
I get bored easily. I mean, really way too easily. Doing the same thing day in and day out, living in the same place…. its always made me restless. I thought that as I got older, the endless need to satiate my curiosity and for novelty would wane. Hasn’t happened yet. I am really lucky to finally have a lifestyle that keeps me busy and stimulated (and for the most part out of trouble). We bust our butts for most of the summer working in an Ag-based business, which gives us the rest of the year to do other things. Like exploring and playing, which I consider to be work for an artist. Maybe not work that makes me rich, but really essential to the artistic process.
And now it's that time once again to pack up and head out for the winter. The farm and businesses get buttoned up and everything that we can’t live without for the next five months is packed into campers. Going from 170 acres and several buildings to spread out in to living in a tiny house on wheels is a change. I switch from having a big studio to a few square feet with limited space to store supplies and to work. It challenges me to be organized and resourceful.
All the artwork I produced this year has been packed and either shipped or is ready to go when I get back in the spring for next year's events and shows. Time to switch gears from big paintings and ceramic sculptures to watercolor, pastels and things that don't require much space. Hopefully I'll discover something that I don't even know exists yet. I love it when that happens!
I'm on a quest to find inspiration and creativity out in that big world. This year I'm making a point to search people out and connect with them so I can share what I find with you. Keep checking in with me and leaving comments. If you want to do something special to feed your creative self this winter, I'd love to hear about it!
Well, introductions are always a bit awkward. Welcome to my blog! Here you’ll find my creative journeys on my prairie homestead and wintertime travel adventures. It took a lifetime of dreams and intention to arrive here. It all started when I moved to a remote rural Nebraska farmstead from suburban Colorado, finally living in the country and ‘being an artist’. My daughters had grown and fledged the nest, so it was time to spread my own wings. I had met someone who was as creative, driven and unconventional as I was in his own way, and after several years of hard work we built our home, business, and homestead where he grew up. We’ve cultivated a life where we can do and be what we want. It’s an isolated but infinite world out here.
As great as it’s been in a lot of ways, it’s been really hard to find community because of the remoteness of this location. After years of trying, I realized that community is more expansive than a physical location. I have to be honest with you, being an introvert has made me reluctant to try very hard. I’m pretty darn comfortable spending most of my day alone. I love my solitude, but I miss human interaction. Being so extremely isolated this year because of the pandemic brought me face to face with some new parts of myself. For the first time in my life, I missed being around people. I missed talking about ideas. Sharing food and funny stories. Touch. I don’t see people very often but when I do, I find myself smiling like an idiot and wanting more than anything to just reach out and gently touch their arm, or their hand. Under normal circumstances that might be a little weird. It’s a really basic human need that I was never really aware of in myself before.
Over time I’ve realized that I’m not content with just any company. I need ‘my people’, the ones who live outside of binary boundaries. I mean binary as a perspective and mindset, which of course can include gender. I think of “Either/or” and black and white thinking as binary and confining. The nuanced world outside of that is colorful, multidimensional and it’s magic to connect with people who get that. People who live, think and act outside of boundaries- those are my people. Artists, creators, makers, dreamers. You know who you are.
I am ridiculously excited to connect and share with the BFF community! I hope to inspire while I share my projects, places I go and people I meet. I also hope that this will be an interactive experience. Give me feedback, ask questions, call me out (gently) if you think I’m misguided. I want to understand your experiences, and I want to give you insights into mine. Even though I’ll be ensconced in my little home, studio or camper or wherever I may be furiously typing away, I want to connect with you. Let’s be real, honest, authentic, compassionate and kind with each other. Welcome to my world!
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Artist, homesteader, teacher and adventurer. Turning over every literal and figurative rock that I can find, living curiously and creatively outside of the conventions of the common world.
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