Cynthia, Stylist.

I had the pleasure of working with a brilliant young photographer a couple of weeks ago and it resulted in a terrific and fun fashion shoot. Check out the video!

thousand hands

I am back in the land of Guanyin these days. While doing an image search I was reminded of this. Enjoy!

oink

Spring and Seclusion

I’ve always viewed spring as a forward, upward movement. Plants bursting from the earth. Birds in flight. Trees growing up and out, wider by their leaves. Spring forward, the old saying. Light lingering in the sky. Wind, strong in strength and direction. The opposite of hibernation.

Funny then, the effect it has on me in the first few weeks. The sun’s angle in the sky has changed, so the brightness and temperature of sunbeams are a tempting offer, enticing me outside and into a more outgoing and extroverted self. But even the sun and all it brings – the daffodils, crocuses and snowdrops, the woodpeckers and the finches, the deeply earthy scent of a new season of plenty – is not enough to move me from my window. I feel safe and relieved here, next to the outdoors but not in it, watching and wanting but not ready to participate, even though I’ve been anxious for this moment for months and months, since January’s silver sharpness and bitter cold.

I feel like a bride, sitting at this wondow, savoring the moment. I want seclusion for a few moments more, a little more quiet before I join the party, sweet time alone with my solitary soul, time to see the wonder of renewal, to be grateful and nourished, to watch the joyous flow of the spring-fed river before I jump in.

This better be good, girl.

I’ve been away, and I am sure all five of you have been waiting breathlessly for my return.

Okay, not so much. I get that. But I have done cool stuff.

First and foremost, I created an online portfolio of my photography. You can visit, oh how I wish you would – www.cynthiaaugust.com . I’ve been dancing around doing so for ages, and finally all the stars aligned, eh, voila. That’s seriously sucked up my online time, it took for fricking ever to sort through seven years of digital images and get down to a hundred or so. So there’s excuse-masquerading as cool stuff #1.

I’ve also morphed my career yet again – phoenix is more than a catchy title for me, its sort of a personal philosophy…I’ve discovered that all my previous work experiences have finally congealed into something that actually resembles a job description. Put the costume designing and the wardrobing and the film and the TV and the photography and the business acumen and the collaborative nature together, and you have a pretty solid commercial stylist.

So that’s been my work for a bit, and right now I find myself in a most interesting place – a fledgling who already knows how to fly and is pretty much just waiting for the wind to change. For those who aren’t used to my extreme metaphorical blather, that means I am pounding the pavement like a maniac while hoping the economy turns around.

But it feel right, and good, and that’s a new, wonderful feeling. So we’ll see where it goes. Meanwhile, the job hunting with sharp spear continues with complete immersion, and there is excuse masquerading  as cool stuff #2.

Certainly no excuse, but to be sure a major comsumption of my time has been the upheaval of my personal life. I’ll not go into detail because those in the know know, and that’s plenty, but change is always hard even when its healthy, and in order to not squander the precious energy expended by such transformation, time and focus is essential. So there’s excuse #3.

But I’m ready to talk again, even if I am only talking to myself. I’ve missed being here. And this is a good place for me. So more soon, and peace.

Light Graffitti

Micheal Bosanko
www.michaelbosanko.com/

Reverse.

this is pretty cool

Yacht Rock

Unmissable, addictive.

Dougtoons!

I know you.

Sometimes, at night, when you can’t sleep, you lie on your back and stare at the ceiling of your room and think.

You think “Man, I wonder about life.”

You think “Man, I am intrigued by  the future.” (boy, you sure use big words late at night.)

You think, “Man, I wish someone would produce my idea for a one-minute play. It would get animated by some amazingly talented people and voiced by a terrific, funny actor. “

You think, ” Man, I wonder if there’s any pie left.”

Yes, there’s pie. But wait, go back one.

Take that idea out, head to the computer, and go here. Enjoy, in your loquacious state of insomnia the amusing Dougtoon located therein. Then submit that idea you have.

Then go have pie. Save me some.