palette :: oxford afternoon

THIS SPRING SIGNALS THE PASSING of two years since my visit to England. Despite the time lapse, I continually find memories, hope and inspiration from the entire experience. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it truly changed my life.

This photograph was taken one afternoon during a solo venture to a fancy thrift store near the botanical gardens in Oxford. It was such a sunny yet brisk, sleepy afternoon. The back room was lined with beautiful gowns and costume jewelry, and the left side brimming with gentlemens’ suits. I bought a sheer yellow scarf with black plaid around the trim, and unfortunately, never returned…
England, I will find you again some day!
I WAS WATCHING ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHOWS, Pawn Stars, this afternoon on the History Channel. There was a marathon on and I think I watched for 6 hours straight.


During one episode (Season 2 Episode 6), a customer came in with a 1758 lottery ticket signed by George Washington. As the story goes on Pawn Stars, Rick (part-owner) sees something he likes but doesn’t know enough about, then scoops into his mile-deep bag of experts to come take a look at the object at hand.
A handwriting expert and historian of sorts came in and verified that the lottery ticket was indeed, the real deal—very similiar to this one:
The ticket was cool, no doubt. It was in mint condition and had b-e-a-utiful typography and embellishment on it. The layout was simple and clean. But what really captured me was George Washington’s signature!

Which got me thinking about other beautiful John Hancocks. I remembered seeing a mighty attractive signature by Thomas Jefferson, too:


And also, ours truly, Mr. President:



I love signatures, and handwriting in general. I think being a handwriting analyst would be a pretty sweet gig! Handwriting reveals a lot about people.

Coincidentally, I came across a few handwriting blurbs posted within the past few weeks. Check out this ditty about Obama’s signature, or this well-done blog post about famous signatures (I love them all, and had no idea Hitler changed his autograph so frequently…the more you know)!

And to take this post full circle:
Write on.

xx
j

reworking

I’ve been doing a lot of reworking on my projects, and it’s starting to get to me. The moment something is done, it isn’t. One second it’s straight, the next look it’s crooked, unbalanced, off-color. Last night I took a project and ripped it apart (not literally, but on the computer), practically starting from scratch. I am never satisfied!


A good friend would argue that this is a good thing. I’d agree, with moderation, it can be beneficial for an artist. Work should never be complete, just satisfactory; as my friend claimed, “the moment you think your work is good, it sucks.”

I suppose I keep those words in mind when I work, but I can never recognize when I’m going overboard. I once learned from a wise woman the secret to keeping your sanity when working on a project is recognizing when you’ve hit a plateau. I would work for hours—late into nights—on projects and go to bed completely defeated. What I never admitted to was the moment I told myself, “this is enough.” I continually hit that point, maybe at 9pm or at midnight, maybe at noon, and kept pushing the work regardless, until I felt exhausted and disappointed.

I’m looking for answers. I often figure that the best way out of a project is to muscle through it, but that’s not always the case. I need to remind myself to set things aside, approach them later with a fresh, positive mindset, and not strive for “perfect for everyone,” but for something I love.

I suppose, maybe, I just never want to suck.


Also,
I don’t want to go to work! No!