As I pick out the pictures for this post, I keep thinking to myself I'm closer to 30 not 13 so I really shouldn't have put that ribbon in my hair. But I was feeling like the ultimate girly girl in the blush pleated skirt so I went with it. This item of clothing is definitely becoming one of my favourite wardrobe staples. The pleated midi is elegant, feminine, easy to wear and to top it off compliments virtually every body shape. Hurrah!
Not to mention, they do a good job of keeping you warm! I'm dead serious about that note, originally I expected the wind to go straight up there and freeze my ass off, but it didn't : ) so I'm very grateful this style is coming back into fashion!
This shade of pink is my complimentary colour, I have a natural blush tone in my skin and this pink sets it off nicely.
Non blog-look related I am happy to tell you there has been major progression with my artwork! Yeppie : ) All the press packs I sent out to potential clients in December were successful, fashion week was successful and I even got the chance to be featured by a couple of designers whom I admire greatly! First and foremost Marc Jacobs and his team have helped me so much to broaden my audience and motivate me. Anya Hindmarch spotted my work online as well as Markus Lupfer, Amanda Wakely and the lovely Bora Aksu. *Currently doing a victory jig whilst typing*
Sure by all means that does not mean I am satisfied with where I am, I am appreciative for the encouragement and opportunities I have been given but I am so dedicated to pushing to the next step and get my art onto merchandise and work with more brands/companies.
Here is something I read this past week on the Humans Of New York post which made me think;
“I don’t enjoy observing people as much as I used to. Everyone acts like they’re on stage. People used to come to The Village sheepishly. Nobody was sure if they belonged. We didn’t know if we were artists. These days everyone walks around like they’re contributing something. There’s no angst anymore. There’s too much certainty. And that’s a shame. Because all the best art comes from people who feel like they don’t belong. Art is a way of proving your existence. When I was a young man, a person that I respected told me that I was an artist. It was one of the worst things that could have happened to me. I stopped walking into museums or galleries with a sense of awe. I walked in feeling like an ‘artist.’ My arms would be crossed. If I liked a piece, it was ‘good.’ If I didn’t like a piece, it was ‘bad.’ I didn't feel vulnerable anymore. I lost my humility. And that’s when growth stops.”
I can relate to what this man said entirely, but one thing that defines my character when producing art is my uncertainty. I know I am talented, from the age of 4 when I painted a badass self portrait I nailed it. All the other kids painted stick figures, I was two steps ahead and drew fingernails and eyelashes, these were details others my age didn't pick up on. From that point I knew, I knew I was special. But saying that I would never openly show people my work. I knew it was good but I wasn't too sure on others reactions to it. I still hold that attitude towards my art to this date. I secretly love my work, my paintings are like my babies, all my sketches show my mood at that exact moment in time, its like a visual diary of lines and strokes.
I suppose what i'm getting at is, never stop trying. I don't know what tomorrow holds, I just know if I keep producing art true to me, one day it might fall into the right hands and that person will appreciate my detail for finger nails and eyelashes. Who knows.
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Mulberry Jewellery/
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