This is my first official blog post, Hoo-Rah!
I would love to thank the academy and all those around me who have inspired me and brought me to start one. Without you, my glorious thoughts would be kept inside..left to only torture/bore myself with. Hurumph. Lucky Yous! But seriously, I do have my own muses..and they best know who they are. I'm not in the mood to list names but they are really great people. I promise you. In every step, glance and confused face I create, I somehow become inspired..sometimes more than my little mind/imagination station can handle! So I'm really hoping this will relieve a little of my pent up creative frustration..you better pray it does anyways.
The interpretation of my blog --country muse, city muse-- is quite simple. The first 18 lovely years of my life was spent on a family farm back in Pierce, Nebraska. And I mean a real live milking, chore listin', tractor ridin' abode. With stay-at-home parents for a majority of my childhood and two younger sisters, most of my upbringing was spent outside. Playing. Working. Dreaming. Until now.
Country Life: I believe this is where most of my creativity stemmed from. Not in just your normal outside, playing in the dirt, getting your hands (mostly fingernails) grimey..but moreso in the other free-form moments. Boy, I took so much pride in my imagination when it came to "playing" house/school/radio shows..yes radio shows (don't judge). I'm sure it had something with being the eldest, but I always liked the sense of control I had when coming up with a new playtime activity. And my-oh were some of them silly..to some, quite strange? Yeah, let's go ahead, take a broom and sweep "roads" throughout the whole entire farm and create our own little "Sim Village" for bike people? Sounds like a great idea..
All in all, I credit the country for sparking that little bit of -although juvinile- creativity in me. The craziest of ideas were spilled out here...filterless. This is where my love for design, and all things beautiful, began.
City Life: Some might laugh when they hear me use this term..especially given where I live right now. Omaha, Nebraska is not quite the ideal spokesperson (place?) for city livin that's for sure..I mean come on, we don't even have a city slogan? No, "Omaha is my Homaha" does not quite count--although catchy? Catchier than most.
I don't know exactly when my desire for city life and for the world unknown began, but let's just say -as much as I loved growing up in the country- that I always knew I was made to go against the grain. I wanted to break away from all the things I knew and experience everything else I hadn't the slightest, grass shard, idea of. Even if it meant I look like an outcast. I need one of those "easy" buttons for that comment.
Almost every one of my dad's siblings grew up on the farm and then moved away..states away..the second they graduated high school. A lot of my family vacation time was spent traveling to see these aunts, uncles and cousins galore--exposing me to the great "land of the west," one Holiday Inn at a time. Although we aren't talking straight urban talk here, traveling is where I developed my love for everything music, art, architecture, food, fashion, culture..and eventually, design. But the nomadism continues. Never do I have an "untraveling" moment with my eyes when it comes to design. I could be looking at pieces of a broken mirror and appreciate the aesthetic of its own destruction. Superstitious, I am not.
So with that said. I hope you look at my posts with a little more appreciation now understanding a fraction of where all these crazy blurts come from (or you could just blame my mom..I do). If you have any thoughts, sidenotes or experiences to add--by all means, share! After all, that is the point of this little bloggy. Like most, to inspire and become inspired!
+++ And let's Thank God that this blog has been brought to you in digital form..you wouldn't be able to read a lick of it otherwise. Also bear in mind, I may create a few words up along the way. Journalist friends..back off.
So grab a fig newton and a glass of cheap chardonnay while we channel into new dimensions of creative stimulation! A little much? Maybe so..
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