Thursday, January 19, 2012

The List

image from here. details below.

Just a list of things I just can't seem to get enough of right now.

These songs:
Merry Happy, by Kate Nash (see below)
The Weight of Us, by Sanders Bohlke
Emmylou, by First Aid Kit (and their whole album on First Listen this week)
Alabama Pines, by Jason Isbell
Ghosts, by Laura Marling

These pressers:

These tastes:
Oiled, salted marcona almonds from V.Richards

These shows (I know, I know, I'm behind the times):

These e-reads:

These words (Maybe, just maybe, you'll see some letterpressness from their inspiration)
• The time has come/let us be brave/shake off all of your sins, the time has come, let us be brave Sanders Bohlke, The Weight of Us
So much I know, that things don't grow/If you don't bless them with your patience First Aid Kit
• Everything in Cold Tangerines, Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist

Friday, January 13, 2012

A Good Read

It was four years ago that I was just about eight months out of college. I was beginning my “career,” if that’s what we want to call it. With my internship about to expire, I was anxious and searching for NEXT. I was worried that I wouldn’t find the adventure I sought, the beautiful colored version of life from my dreams.

I distinctly remember writing in my journal that if my life was to be a recorded as a storybook, observed by someone else, that I sure as hell wanted it to be a good read. I wanted each chapter to represent something new, something lovely, something profound.

I wanted a heroine to emerge from the pages, a kind and brave soul – someone readers would admire for her grace and faith-filled easy trust.

If I flip through the pages of my recent times, I’m honest to say that I’m not her. I’ve been deflated, easily intimidated, pessimistic and scared. I am not the protagonist I set out to be.

I spend a lot of time these days reading blogs of gorgeous people living beautiful lives, and remembering the girl with blank pages. Maybe these story-writers have indeed found the secret of living always in a bubble of happiness and glitter. Or, maybe –more realistically- they, too have been let down. Maybe, they, too, have to choose to celebrate life with bright balloons and colored crepe.

Maybe what makes the story sing are the plot twists and the struggles that lead to the turning points.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Fight to Believe

Disclaimer: Yesterday, I said that this blog would now be a bit more personal, and that I would reserve to highlight my art. (If you haven't seen it yet, go on over and poke around. In the coming weeks and months, I hope to fill it out with lots of letterpressness.) That said, sometimes, the lines between personal and professional life blur together. Sometimes art comes from a deeply personal place. That is the case here. Allow me to explain.

Way back in October, this was the very first print to come off of my Vandercook printing press. After months of hoping for one of my own, after the joy of finally finding and moving one in, after months of scrubbing and waiting... my dreams came to fruition with the collaborative effort to produce the print you see pictured above. I'd be tempted to say that its content proved to be ironic if I didn't have a faith that believes (ever so feebly, now) that it all happened just the way God ordained for it to happen.

The quote originated from a note that "my valentine" received from the tooth fairy as a little boy. After loosing a tooth one day, he snuck it under his pillow without telling his parents only to wake up to a tooth under his pillow. He was disappointed, and challenged his parents about the myth of the money-awarding fairy. They encouraged him to try again. The next night, he did, and woke to find his reward along with a note (scribbled in his dad's handwriting).

Always believe in the mystery and magic of life and love.

You see, the reason I didn't show this print until now is that it was a Christmas gift for his dad. The story has always meant a lot to the two of them -- a reminder that there is reason to believe despite circumstance. There can be hope in the unseen even when we have cause to doubt. Just days after my old valentine and I printed this together for his dad, we broke up.

It has been a heart wrenching few months. I've tossed, turned, and cried more tears than I thought possible. I've questioned God; I'll venture to say I've even been a tad self-destructive, putting myself in hurt-inflicting situations that I've been too weak to handle. I've shaken fists at the sky and then picked myself up and tried to fix things on my own. I've tried. I've failed. I've felt hopeless and helpless. I've resisted the advice of friends, I've prayed against all odds for the wrong things. My first experience with heartbreak has been nothing short of completely devastating.

But, in the end, I know it was only because my first experience with love was rich. The last two years were some of the most joyous of my life. Because of him, I travelled to London and Paris. With his support, I gained the confidence to move forward with the dreams for four hats. I learned patience, and invested in my interests while I waited anxiously for his return to American soil. When he did, I had a best friend to share life with, to eat dinner with, to laugh uncontrollably with. And it was wonderful. I'm thankful for him and prayerful for his success as he moves on from here to follow a calling towards new adventures.

But, I am broken.

And it's going to take time and supernatural strength to heal me.

I don't feel like believing in love right now. But, I have to tell myself the truth. I have to push past unbelief. I have to trust in a God that doesn't open doors just to harshly shut them in my face. He wants to illuminate something about Himself to me. And against what I feel, I have to believe that even now.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Fresh Face

**NOTE for the RSS feeds**

I will henceforth be moving my business blogging on over to It will be home for news, pictures, pricing and my etsy store. It's in the works, but go on and over and poke around if you like.

Here on five feet small, I'll keep things a little more personal. My thoughts, prayers, and stories. These are the kind of posts I do more for myself than any one else. If you're at all encouraged by reading them, by all means, do so. If you're more interested in what's going on with me artistically, just hop on over to the new site.

Here's hoping for a happy new year!

Monday, January 2, 2012

Take it Personally

I've been working on some personal stationery lines. So far, I've got these images, with possibility for personalization (available in flat or folded cards). Email me if you wanna talk.

(This is a card, but if you make passes at glasses, picture it transformed into a name notecard)