Tuesday, April 23, 2013

To Follow Your Heart & Intuition

As promised, the blog surrounding this magnificent piece of art, which lovingly showed up in my mailbox today courtesy of my fantastic best friend:
by Mae Chevrette
 
So last summer, as we were getting settled in our new home in beautiful England, I was having a simultaneous reality check as to the future and potential of my career in relation to my new status as a wife of a military member.  My six years of undergraduate and graduate education in the fields of human services and nonprofit leadership did not translate well into the military installation environment.  Stateside, it is a different scenario, as the opportunities are not limited to the base area.  Even then, with a relocation pending every 2-4 years, a steady career is difficult to establish.  I was lucky to find a position open upon our arrival in England that at least somewhat aligned with my experience, though the corporate version.  While I had no interest in the mission or goals of the position, it was something, and the co-workers are fabulous.  It quickly became clear however, that this position was not going to lead in any direction that I was interested in going, and that I was going to be bored to tears very soon.  I began to explore opportunties in the surrounding villages (nil) and contemplated the idea of making the daily 2 hour commute into London (quickly abandoned).  I even briefly considered joining the Air Force as an Officer - I mean at least then I would be utilizing my education, be able to climb, and be making what I was worth, right?  Fortunately, the AF recruiters I was talking to were horrendous communicators, and I quickly decided against that idea as well. 
 
In my desperate search for clarity and answers as to what I was supposed to be doing with my life, I became obsessed with reading the "Quit Your Day Job" interviews with artists and makers on Etsy's blog.  The first one I read and that really made me see things differently was that of Mae Chevrette, who created the beautiful mixed media paintings at the beginning as well as at the end of this blog.  My entire life, I had viewed my desire to live and exist as an Artist as a mere fantasy that would never be financially or practically feasible.  My many attempts to attend art school always failed in the end due to costs despite acceptance, which always made it that much more crushing.  I eventually succumbed and decided that the art was only meant to be a side hobby for me, and that the human services/nonprofit world was where I was supposed to be.  But none of that work, no matter how fufilling and rewarding, ever made me feel complete and content in the way that creating does. So I continued to read story after story of artists who were now able to create the life they dreamed of as a result of this global creative platform called Etsy, and it gave me an adrenaline rush like no other.  I started to believe that this life that I have dreamed of since childhood - and always shoved to the back corner of my mind - was an actual possibility. 
 
Please don't mistake this desire as a lack of love for all the work I have done in the HS/nonprofit field up until this point.  I loved every single minute of it - even the ones I didn't love so much were immensely valuable in countless ways.  I would not be at this point without each of those moments, and I would not have the skills, experience, insight and the beautiful relationships that I do that are making this dream possible now. 
 
Last September, I opened my Etsy shop with the hope of it becoming sustainable and successful enough to allow me to transition to full-time creating by the time we leave England in 2016.  Sales started coming a bit faster than I expected, and the Christmas rush blew my mind.  I was painting and processing scarves and prints in the morning before work, on my lunch break, and every night until nearly midnight.  I don't sacrifice sleep for many things, but the adrenaline of having that many orders backed up kept me fully fueled for those holiday months.  After the rush, I thought that transitioning to full time may be on the horizon sooner than I had hoped.  As with everything in life, you get out what you put in, and I was pouring every ounce of myself into my little creative business - developing materials, packaging, branding, planning, strategizing, you name it - I have pages of notes on it, organized in an incredibly nerdy fashion. 
 
By January's end, I was 100% bored with my job and wanted nothing but to be at home in my studio for all hours of the day - with of course the luxury of being able to take my dogs for a little frolic in the sunshine at a moment's notice.  So after much discussion with myself and my husband as well as a strict budget plan, we decided that I would leave my 'day job' and dive into LoveArtWillTravel full time on June 18th, just in time for my birthday on the 19th.  What better way to spend the last year of my 20s than forging my life long dream? 
 
Am I nervous? Of course. Am I excited out of my effing mind? Absolutely.  And I know this is all up to me.  The energy and amount of hard work I put into this is directly proportionate to the rewards I will reap from it.  If it is to be successful, it is on me to make it so.  I was once told that I didn't seem like the type that would be working for someone else.  It took me a really long time to realize he was right.  I just never thought I truly had the option. 
 
Just coming to this decision alone and making the declaration that I'm taking this leap has been life changing in itself.  With no constraints, the possibilities are endless.  I am in control of my business, and can take it wherever I see fit.  The creative freedom that I have experienced just in the past couple of months, knowing that I am on the path to being able to create all day, every day come June has been incredible.  I have lists of ideas, sticky notes effing everywhere, silk hanging everywhere, paint streaks on random parts of my body that I am unaware of, paint on my dogs, and if my brain exploded with all of the madness, I am hopeful that it would leave one fabulously colorful piece of work.
 
As always, it is deliciously interesting to reflect on things and be able to map all the components that led you to a place in life.  What I have ended up with in LoveArtWillTravel is a beautiful mish-mash of my ever-present obsession with nature, art, soft and luxurious fabrics, design, traveling - and of course my belief that we should listen to our souls and do what it is that we were meant to do in this life.  For me, it is clear now that it is the art.  Regardless of everything else, it has always come back to the art.  The creating, the connecting with others through it, the making vs. the maintaining.  Nothing else will ever fill that space in my psyche, and I am now committed to feeding it for the rest of my days. 
 
by Mae Chevrette

I could not be more full of joy and gratitude :) 
 
p.s. A special thank you to Mae Chevrette for your inspiring and beautiful work - www.maechevrette.com - check it out ladies and gents!

--
Emily Magone, Artist & Owner
Love.Art.Will.Travel.

Joyful adornments for your body and home.
 

Saturday, April 6, 2013

We Walked So Hard.

Have you ever been to Amsterdam? If you have, then you know that it's a magical place of wonder and joy.  Disney touts itself as the 'happiest place on earth'.  I beg to differ.  Disneyland/World has always sounded like a waking effing nightmare to me. Screaming children, giant lines and crowds...no thanks.  Amsterdam, however... let me tell you a bit about this earthly utopia.  
One of the canals at night.


People are free to live, and everyone seems to be invested in doing so in a happy, healthy and peaceful way, thus creating a beautiful euphoric environment and living experience.  The city is nearly 750 years old and is more beautiful, clean and pristine than any other city I have ever seen.  Due to the extremely integrated biking culture, there is hardly any traffic and even the busiest part of the city is refreshingly quiet.  The air is clean, the water in the canals is replaced every three days, the street sweepers happily hum along, and there is just a general atmosphere of happiness and relaxation.  There are less than a million people in Amsterdam, yet they have 180 different ethnicities.  NYC only has 130 in a population of 8.5 million by comparison.  

Approaching the carnival that just happened to be in town.


While every city has its history and challenges, I have never been anywhere that felt so much as though everyone involved was on the same page - the government and its people working together to spend money where it matters, to create equality and to truly invest in an environment and the quality of life.  In visiting the various museums and researching, it is clear that much of this is the result of the legalization of soft drugs.  (You mean making marijuana a mainstream commodity just like caffeine? Yes. That is exactly what it means.) The economy is booming because of it, everyone is relaxed and happy, and the crime rate next to nothing.  What a concept! (If you can't sense my sarcasm here, it is dripping from these words.)  

Carnival at night!


Every moment of this trip was blissful.  It truly is indescribable how amazing it was.  It was like the stars were perfectly aligned for every single second of the day.  We expressed the need for an ATM, there it was! Coffee?  The most beautifully designed Starbucks on earth happens to be just up ahead!  My feet were like exploding sausages stuffed in my boots after walking so hard for 4 days... there are a pair of slippers that look like Ugg knockoffs for 13 Euro?... perfect!  I only realized on the last day that I truly was marching around Amsterdam in slippers, but it was totally worth feeling like I was walking on little clouds for those last couple of days.  There was not a cloud in the sky, even though it was frigidly cold, it didn't matter. Layers! 

The slippers at the end of the journey.


On the second night, I went to bed with my hair wet on a shitty cotton pillowcase and woke up looking like Bonnie Raitt.   Don't judge.  Hooray for hats.

Bonnie Raitt. Not me.


Nearly every man we saw was beautiful, and not one obese person did we see.  Crossing the bike lanes was scarier than running across a freeway at times.  Bike riders don't have much affection for tourists, and we witnessed them getting whacked on a few occasions.  They are seriously professionals, cruising around at high speeds chatting on the phone, doing their hair, texting, among other things, making dime turns into alleys that are barely visible to the naked eye.  It was impressive to say the least.  

Yes, this is a BIKE parking garage.


While the tulip fields weren't in bloom yet due to the ridiculously cold spring, the Keukenhof Gardens were absolutely mind-blowing, and brought Ashley and I both to tears at various times for various reasons.  So beautiful.  The experience solidified my desire to get a delicious gardeny half-sleeve as tribute to my grandparents. 














And of course, there was a happy little cheese cottage in the forest at the gardens as well.  Oh so much cheese in Holland! NOMNOMNOM! 


There were fountains, hedge mazes, swings, little benches, theme-designed gardens, marshmallow chairs, and of course a windmill, and a beautiful white thatched roof hut of love and amazingness nearly identical to the one that I sit in with my Papa when I talk to him in my dreams.  It was magic. 


We also managed to gain an Amster-ass during the trip, due to the massive amounts of incredible food that can be found around every corner.  The pancakes, the caramel waffles, the cheese, the pasta, the salmon... even the sandwich I had at the airport was epic.  We took a canal tour at night, which was of course incredibley beautiful.  It was so fun to see all the houseboats, and the way that people design the interiors of homes that are stacked sometimes 5 stories high and so narrow.  I am absolutely positive that I want to come back and rent a house boat for at least 3 weeks some summer.  Ashley nailed it when she said, "I would get punched in the face every day if that's what it took to wake up here."  I concur.




So we spend nearly a week skippity-bop-deet-deetely-shibbidy-doo-wopping around Amsterdam, and on our last night, we decided to try one of the countless Argentinian Steakhouses for dinner.  Lo and behold, there was live music, and the guy on guitar was skippity-bop-deet-deetely-shibbidy-doo-wopping our song! While we ate delicious steak and drank delicious Argentinian wine, and the entire rest of the restaurant was singing along and playing random instruments in what seemed to be the joyous culmination of the most amazing trip ever, to the city that has officially wasted all other cities that I have visited up to this point.  And I like to think that is a lot by now.


Amsterdam = happy place.  Already planning my return.


While it got slightly overshadowed by the epicness of Amsterdam, we also spent two days in Dublin beforehand.  It was as wonderful as I remember; we drank some Guinness and Jameson, ate some tasty food, drank some delicious brews, saw a lot of mullets, and got inappropriately stared down by a creeper at a pub while he simultaneously swirled his finger around in his belly button.  Entertainment left and right.   I also got approached by a rowdy woman in the pub bathroom who had heard me blowing my nose and assumed that I was doing lines off the back of the toilet or something so proceeded to ask me if I had any coke.  No, creepy eavesdropper lady, I do not.  But good luck with that. 


Next trip on the docket is a possible camping trip in Wales in July, the Dream Norwegian Fjord cruise in July/August, and then Fleetwood Mac with Kristin in Scotland in October! And then another trip to Amsterdam... yes.


With endless love and gratitude,
Emily

Monday, March 18, 2013

Poppy Pillows!


I've really been trying to think about a way to focus my blog, to make it more relevant, searchable, interesting, categorized, etc.  Not necessarily because I don't enjoy how its currently going, but because I want to write more often, and I think giving the blog more of an 'intent' will push me to do so.  But maybe not.  I have no idea.  Maybe some tutorials? Some stop motion photography of a painting from start to finish, set to some really rad music?  Ideas? Anything you would like to see?

The last couple of months have been really interesting in regards to personal growth.  I have been so fortunate to be able to create more new material in the past 8 months than I have in I think the past 10 years.   It has been truly amazing to feel success coming from doing what I truly love to do, and what I feel I am meant to be doing in this life.  It took me a long time to get to this point, and I definitely took the long way around.  Not that I wish I could have taken the direct route.  I cherish my experiences and I know I would not be where I am without having gone through them.  No regrets.
 
The past is no more than a story we tell ourselves.  If you tell the story negatively, then that is how it affects your future.
It’s a choice to see things differently. To stop letting what we know or what we have experienced have a negative influence or prevent what could be, or to limit what we imagine because we've been conditioned to think that it couldn't be real. I used to think that it would never be possible to live the way I wanted to live as an artist.  But now I'm seeing that it is possible - and more importantly, I have DECIDED that it is possible.  Therefore it will be :)

However, if by some lovely miracle, I get a free opportunity to get another degree, I will be all over that shit.  A specifically chosen formal art education would take my creative joy to epic levels.   

My lasts few weeks have been spent stocking up my scarf inventory for the upcoming Mayfair Bazaar.  The pillows have been incredibly fun and gratifying and have gotten super response so far, and I can't wait to formally launch them in the shop after the bazaar!

The Poppy Pillows

Backside of the Poppy Pillows

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Spring cometh!

I forgot it was Valentine's Day today. Everyone thought I was wearing my red sweater to 'celebrate'. Total accident.  We honored this obnoxious commercial holiday with a delicious birthday dinner the night before with some great friends, followed by my donning of a fire-red blunt bob wig and fishnets for my husband's visual pleasure.  It was a good night.  Made even better by the hope that the freezing precipitation would cause a base closure or at least late reporting so we could enjoy the bed a little longer.  Alas, nothing frozen at dawn. 
 
The day, however, has turned out to be quite beautiful, and warm by the last few weeks' standards.  The kind of beautiful and warm that makes my heart flutter with the anticipation of Spring - the smell, the birds chirping, the excitement of new beginnings and things to come.  Yes, it is only halfway through February and the trees are still bare, but with no snow on the ground and plenty of grass to be seen, it is much easier to visualize and tell myself that it is right around the corner :)
 
As a teenager, spring brought the impending excitement of summer - no school, the crush of the month, parties at the lake, sleeping in, and about 10% of the responsibility that we have now.  This spring, plans to frolic in the sun with my husband and dogs on the acres of soft moss at the nature reserve, impending trips to Ireland, Holland, Copenhagen, Germany, Norway and Scotland, epic career decisions, photography sessions, visits from loved ones, and the explosion of my artistic freedom are the things that are giving me butterflies. 
 
The Pantone 2013 Collection! Click to shop!
And of course, spring scarves galore!! :)

Friday, December 21, 2012

And the Earth Continues to Spin


What. A. Year.  

 I began 2012 with the most amazing bachelorette party for the most amazing woman with a group of also amazing women. Best party weekend ever, hands down.  We finished up our time in Phoenix with a couple of really great concerts and a final trip to Sedona and to see James' fabulous grandparents.  Then we began to make our final preparations for the move to England. 
This year I have seen Brussels, Bruges, Ghent, Cromer, Rome, and London repeatedly.  I have seen my beautiful best friend marry the love of her life, I have missed my friends and family dearly, and I have made some incredible new friends as well.  I got to visit my wonderful sister-in-law and nephews, see a bit of San Antonio and gorge myself on delicious Mexican food.  I got to reunite with my long lost Peace Corps companion and meet a new one as well.  I stared at the Sistine Chapel Ceiling and cried, I ate Thanksgiving Dinner with the love of my life in front of the Pantheon, and we frolicked through Rome and all its offerings while the city was illuminated with grandeur and beautiful music.  


This year also brought the official launch of LoveArtWillTravel, my Etsy shop, and the realization that making art, and bringing others joy through art is the only way that I will ever be truly happy spending my day.  Even the little bit of success I have seen in the first quarter has been beyond my expectations, and my goals and dreams for this are only going to keep growing as I pour myself into it in 2013.


Today, we spent the Winter Solstice sunrise at Stonehenge, and it was a very chill and beautiful experience.  The Druids were in full regalia and practice, and the scent of weed, incense and cigars laced the very cold and crisp air.  Everyone was so happy and excited, and the silence that came over the massive crowd as the sun began to peek over the horizon was a beautiful thing to behold.  Everyone was so in tune.  I was very grateful to experience that. 
I will top off 2012 with a delicious new tattoo, a batch of scarves, a little turkey dinner for two, and a whole lot of relaxing with my amazing husband. 
2013 is looking to be pretty incredible as well; my Ashley will prance across the pond for a visit to Amsterdam and Dublin, and my Kristin will be prancing over for Oktoberfest in Germany.  My husband and I have Budapest, Naples, Copenhagen, Kiel and the Norwegian Fjords already on the schedule, and who knows where else we'll end up! 

Life is beautiful,  and I am so very grateful.  Cheers to you, everyone, and I wish you an amazing 2013!

With love,
Emily