kumquats and sassafras

Oh man, it is so hard to live a creative life when you sit behind a computer for 987987298375293 hours out of your day, then come home without enough time (or energy) to get invested in something artsy.  It is way too common for me to get overly excited about a project that I will start it on a weekend…but when my work week starts up again I get down right distracted and all my creative enthusiasm then dwindles into a sorry state. I clean up my mess and put my half started project away.  Case in point, the following onesie screen prints:

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I had an absolute heyday creating images to screen print on little baby clothes, but once my job took over…all the screen printing products went away into a crate in the far corners of our closet under piles of crap.  Perhaps I need to learn how to balance my life a bit better.  This journal is great because it forces my little brain to start thinking in a bit more of a creative “appreciate the joys of everyday” sort of way, but I think I need to lock myself in a studio for approximately 2-3 weeks to figure things out.  I might go insane, but maybe it would be a good sort of insanity…I don’t know.

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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