Wednesday, September 7, 2016

My Healing Journey - Part I

Today's post is about my life-changing journey I experienced in my teens. I am forever grateful and humbled by this five-year long event in my life, as I have learned, grown, and changed beyond leaps and bounds. Without it, I can't imagine what kind of person I would be--it's an understatement to say that it all has utterly shaped who I am. While I learned plenty on my own and certainly did a large share of self-work, I know I would not have recovered from my illness if it wasn't for my healers. One of the greatest gifts of my life I have received was having this community of extremely diverse but all caring, phenomenal individuals to support, teach, help, and heal me on my journey. It is because of my love and gratitude for these phenomenal people that I decided to passionately write a post about them and what I have learned.

Before I get to describing my healers, I must digress a little by prefacing: it all started in the spring of my freshman year in high school, a decently stressful time. Your average flu-like symptoms popped up, and they got progressively worse. After a few weeks, fatigue, dizziness, headaches, stomach aches, and sleeping issues arose, and I wasn't recovering. A regular doctor visit and blood tests concluded that I had two different viruses, and the doctor added that I, "wasn't dying, so [I'm] okay." I knew I was definitely not okay.

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Even this would've been more helpful than what I was told by the first doctor I approached.

Let me quickly wind all the way back to when I was eight years old. I quickly developed severe food allergies to peanuts, dairy, chocolate, tomatoes, mint, and cola; whenever I ingested any of these things, I had very intense, curl-up-into-a-ball kind of stomachaches. To a young, American child who wanted to eat all of the delicious things that everyone else is eating, this was the equivalent to a nightmare--except instead of lasting one night, it lasted over a year. During this year, my family spent a lot of money to have me frequently visit an MD. He put me on strange diets, took blood/stool samples, and essentially did nothing to help or even curb my allergies and symptoms. It wasn't until m Mom attended an event and got a tip by a stranger about this miraculous healer who could clear allergies in one appointment using NAET and EFT. We were very excited and willing to give it a try.

From the first moment we met Debbie, we absolutely fell in love with her. This woman is pure sunshine in a human being. I have always been able to recall her gorgeous, bright smile, and hear her triumphant, joyous laugh in my head--just minutes, seconds with her could utterly warm your heart.

She welcomed me into her office and tested me for sensitivity to different food extracts through muscle-testing me. This involved placing the tiny vials of extracts in one hand, and applying pressure to my extended arm. By my muscle unconsciously relaxing or tensing up when she would apply pressure, she was able to get clear "yes" or "no" responses from my physical body. Once she found all the extracts I was sensitive to, she guided me through breathing exercises as she repeatedly moved a back massager down my spine and tapped in certain places on my body. After not consuming anything but rice, cucumbers, and water for 24 hours, it was true--I was completely cleared of my allergies.

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After witnessing this miracle, my whole family and I very happily saw her for the next few years. Debbie could not only clear physical allergies, but could clear negative associations that one has connected to essentially anything. This was my first introduction to past lives; if I had an issue and/or symptom in my current life, she would muscle-test me and clear any kind of correlating pain/suffering/etc from previous lifetimes that would end up resolving that current issue. As a child, this all was like magic--it all worked, we were constantly and consistently witnessing it to be real!

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The very best days were when we would drive after school from Albuquerque to Santa Fe to see Debbie. Her office was so bright and filled with all colorful, mostly health-related tools, trinkets, and Eastern decor. It was like walking into a magical little world, one that was extremely comforting and homely. She also had two dogs that were siblings, Kobi and Tara, who would frequently cuddle with my brother Scott and I while we waited in the waiting room. He and I would often be in fits of uncontrollable laughter as we played with them and the laser pointer Debbie lent us.

Debbie, Justin (her lovely husband, who is also a wonderful, warm person and accomplished healer), Kobi, and Tara are weaved into some of the very fondest memories of my childhood. This extraordinary, loving woman and her family helped us all immensely with our issues and utterly changed our lives.

Skipping ahead to my teen years...after witnessing the unbelievable benefits of alternative medicine from my experience with Debbie, we decided to give it a try once again. As she was in New Mexico and we moved to Colorado, Debbie very highly referred us to another naturopath that was closer to us, named Tiffany Binder. After hearing about my symptoms, Tiffany ordered me a cortisol test that takes samples of your saliva to determine your cortisol levels throughout the day. Sure enough, all levels were extremely low, reflecting that my adrenal glands were barely functioning and producing any adrenaline. I was immediately diagnosed with severe Adrenal Fatigue Syndrome and put on many supplements.

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My mom recently shared with me the memory of conversing with Tiffany on the first appointment. After we stepped out, my Mom asked her for a time frame of how long it could take for me to return to full health. A month? A few months? 6 months, maybe? And Tiffany said something along the lines of, "Oh no, this could take a long time, years. This could easily be a long road to recovery." Being the kind of mother that would do absolutely anything for her children and reduce any/all suffering they encounter, my Mom didn't want to believe it. Neither she or I knew what I was in for.

Around that spring, I was nominated with an academic honor to live on a college campus for a summer program to take college courses. Despite my desire to exploit this opportunity, I had to turn it down because of my health. While my summer was consequently uneventful, it was quite memorable; at this point, I was feeling my worst.

I had essentially no energy and was glued to either the couch or the bed. Fierce dizzy spells would hit me whenever I stood up, and I experienced stomachaches, headaches, and heartaches randomly throughout the day. Both temperature and light were things I became weirdly sensitive to. I would take around 30 capsules multiple times throughout the day, and was on a strict diet to maximize nutrients and cut out unnecessary sugars/carbs. Needless to say, I spent nearly the entire summer indoors and with little to no exposure to other people. The only times I would really go out was either to get Blockbuster movies (back in the day when that was a thing!) or see Tiffany, and those were really good days.

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Yeah, I totes use these. The ones that hold the most. E'ry day! 

Very similarly to Debbie, Tiffany was one of the most open-hearted individuals I had ever met. I never felt more heard or acknowledged by someone I barely knew at the time--she listened to every word and very genuinely held immense empathy and understanding for me and what I was going through. With every appointment, she felt more and more like another mother to me. There was a bond with her that I can't fully described, except that it was boundless and seemed to transcend time and space. It felt like I knew her previously and felt a sense of familial love nearly instantly upon meeting her. 

She was more than just a naturopath, often listening to the emotional and mental struggles I was experiencing. Additionally, she frequently taught me some of the most important lessons that I still recall and act on to this day. For instance, I often would bottle up my struggles and would let the positive, optimistic, loving nature that I feel within shine through those struggles. That was simply who I was, and who I always wanted to be to others; I genuinely didn't want to burden anyone else with my own issues. She, along with my mother, encouraged me to let my external self reflect my internal self. Tiffany expressed that it was actually hindering me to exert extra energy to do this, and my healing was very important. She even knew how to state it in a way I couldn't possibly contest--if I truly wanted to help others to the best of my ability, I had to take care of myself first. I agreed. Both then and now, I continue to keep myself clear, happy, and healthy to be there for others as much as I can.

In addition to this beautiful support she provided me, she muscle-tested me for supplements and did cranial sacral work. Cranial sacral is an alternative therapy in which the head, spine, and sacrum are softly and gently manipulated to relieve the tension that causes pain and stress. This was one of the most relaxing and comforting tabletop work I've experienced yet; as she cradled my head I felt that I was safe in her hands. Perhaps my serenity was due to my trust and connection I felt to her. Regardless, I would leave feeling lighter and more at peace.

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A cranial sacral hand position
Tiffany would often do her cranial sacral work while collaborating with a acupuncturist/chiropractor named Katrina, who was also quite lovely. This was the first time I had the experience of multiple healers working on me at once, and from then on I knew it to provide one of the most fulfilling feelings. To have multiple, strong female healers work on you at once is so empowering--especially for me at the time, an adolescent struggling to fit in with everyone else my age. 

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As someone who was markedly afraid of needles since childhood, you would think I wouldn't enjoy acupuncture. The opposite was true! When Katrina would insert the tiny needles into my skin, I could feel a tiny prick followed by a subtle, electric-like sensation that arose and stayed as long as the needle was inserted, and even lingered a bit afterwards. She explained to me that the entire body contains energy meridians, which are tiny points that are connected by channels of energy that lead to larger energy centers, called the chakras. By testing my pulse, she would get information on what organ systems needed support, and used her intricate knowledge of what points correlated to those systems when she worked. The needles are used to stimulate those points of energy which may become blocked, thus bringing the energy back and the entire body into balance.

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Acupunture Meridians

When I was on the table and given time for the needles to do their work, I would experience what felt like a swirling sensation in the air above me. I remember an appointment where I had even randomly broke out into sobs, despite being quite calm moments before. Katrina expressed that my distressed state reflected the previously-stored emotions in my energy system that were being released. While I think acupuncture helped me greatly in ways I probably wasn't fully aware of, the effects weren't dramatic enough given the great mountain's climb of healing I specifically required to return to full health. Thus, I only saw Katrina for about a year. That said, I learned so much and always left the table feeling clearer and better than when I got on it; I still believe acupuncture to be a wonderful healing tool.

Debbie, Tiffany, and Katrina are only a few of the many pivotal, life-changing healers I met on my healing journey. It was apparent to me that these women healed with more than the tools they were given--they healed with their hearts, their love, their warmth, their light. It hasn't been until recent months and meeting various people that I've truly seen what I gift I've received. Few have ever, or will ever, be exposed to such focused, tremendous love and help from so many pure-hearted individuals. It was these people, these angels in human bodies, that inspired me to become a healer.

From left to right: Debbie Sie, Scott (brother), Mary (mother), me,
Justin Hoffman holding daughter Shaela, Tiffany's daughter, and Tiffany Binder.
We had a most wonderful reunion a couple years ago with what I consider to be my forever soul family. 

Ever since then, I have strongly desired to give back the love and light I have received; to provide others with such a beautiful experience and assist them in their challenging path on Earth. With every fiber of my being I feel that my life chapter of having Adrenal Fatigue was so that I could go meet these extraordinary people, experience the challenging yet beautiful journey of being healed, and become inspired by it enough to do it myself.

Thank you very much for reading this lengthy post! I certainly plan to write more about this experience (as this is only a sliver's glimpse), hoping to educate and inspire others on the benefits and positive experiences of alternative medicine. If you have any questions at all about anything that I wrote above, please respond in the comments! :) 

Monday, August 8, 2016

Artist Statement - "A Fiery Passion"

A Fiery Passion, 30"x22", India Ink on Canson watercolor paper, 2015.
The discovery of one woman was what brought this piece to life: Kiran Gandhi. Around a year ago, I came across an article about a menstruating woman who bled freely during the London Marathon. There was plenty of controversy around the subject, many expressing utter disgust in the face of her actions. While it appears her bold decision wasn't planned--and was mostly out of self-comfort--Kiran shared with the media that her intention was to bring attention to women around the world that don't have access to sanitary products. Where women in first-world countries may take this simple luxury for granted, other young women are kept at home and out of school because they lack it. There's great stigma regarding menstruation, and this one young woman had the courage to tackle this complex, widely unspoken issue in the public light. 

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Immensely impressed by her bravery and righteousness, I decided to further research her name. Who is this revolutionary woman? I found that she's a Harvard graduate in math, music, politics, and business. She even toured as a drummer with M.I.A., a defiant hip hop artist whose work often makes daring statements on politics, world issues, and the like.

Out of all the typical players in a band, it is the drummer that has always captivated me. Despite almost always being stationed in the back of the stage and arguably garnering the least attention of all the players, drummers are the essential foundation that the other players rely on; without their consistent beats and time-keeping, the other musicians would falter. There's something quite primal and passionate about the way drummers repeatedly slam their drums--for what is seemingly wild and out-of-control to actually be perfectly organized and pleasant sounding...it's truly remarkable.

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When I first watched Kiran drum (in the video below), I was just as taken as I've always been with drummers, only it was paired with the additional impression that her outstanding leadership and feminism made on me. The beguiling, raw animalism of her drum-playing is amplified by the way her long, frizzy hair drapes over her mostly unseen face as she slams her sticks to the drums, mimicked by her enlarged shadow cast in the background. If I had to describe the way I viewed her in one word, it would hands-down be badass.


If I wasn't taken by her enough, I also discovered that she's given a Ted Talk the year prior (video posted below). She expresses how she manages to combine her many passions and interests and shares her philosophy to balancing them as she goes about life: atomic living means choosing to follow the magical, joy-inducing opportunities that present themselves to you over daily modernity/what society might suggest that you 'should' do. Her verbose, swift manner of speaking reflects the constant and tremendous amount of thoughts, emotions, ideas, passion, etc that this one, mere human contains. Being the 'Passion Juggler,' I could relate to her quite a bit; even our first names are similar. I was so unequivocally inspired by her and the energy she carries that I felt an energy ignite within my own self.



Briskly, I grabbed my India inks and watercolor paper and began to let loose. Feeling the warm, fire-like quality of the internal blaze of energy, I instinctively selected red, orange, yellow, and gold inks and splattered them wildly across the page. Allowing it to flow and drip in a similar direction, the thin streams of brilliant ink naturally transformed into a large flame-shape. I savored the the white spaces left between the unguided streams of ink, knowing they would pop. To add to the impulsive licentiousness, I made extra splatters by dipping my fingers in the ink and repeatedly flicking them upon the sheet. As a perfectionist, it is very unlike me to let go of control with my artwork, let alone anything, and yet I did it instantly and blissfully with this painting. 

"A Fiery Passion" (Detail)
Once the unhindered rush cooled down, I had looked at the page and felt it needed more, much more. After waiting at least 24 hours for the water-tolerant paper to dry, I applied my black line style to the work--similarly to "Organism," which I created only weeks before. Sensitive to the colored flow and shapes already impressed in the paper, I individually and carefully painted each black line to follow the movement that was already present. Struggling with my perfectionistic tendencies, I wondered if I should keep my lines in the colored portion or 'break the rules' and paint outside of them. Understanding the nature and inspiration of this work, I felt it was most appropriate to be just as wild as I was with the colored portion and do what intuitively made sense. 

"A Fiery Passion" (Detail)
Where the colored portion of my process took probably less than a half hour, the black line painting took at least eight times as long to finish. As I surveyed the completed piece, the name, "A Fiery Passion," came to mind; I decided that it wholly described the experience and development of this work. Visually, I most enjoyed the black ink portion and light colored splatters on the bottom right corner (partially pictured below); the playful black lines especially emulated the freedom of restraint that I so rarely experience and portray. Visually witnessing the release of my repression was very exciting, as it reflected that I am capable of growing not only as an artist, but a human. 

"A Fiery Passion" (Detail)
Writing about this work as of now is a wonderful reminder to let go, let loose, and unleash the wildness we all carry within; the timing couldn't be better as my usual overly-organized and controlled self would typically be freaking out at the idea of now being a full-time artist and the unpredictability that comes with it. Yet I'm realizing that life isn't about being, "perfect," and whatever that may entail. It's not always about meticulously following a regimented, planned path that will supposedly make you successful--it's about blissfully doing what makes your heart radiate with passion. Kiran has helped me see that there's a reason that we were given the gifts of passion, talent, and drive, and we're supposed to use these gifts with unobstructed, liberating, and boundless joy

And when we positively focus our energy on what we're passionate about, new opportunities arise magically and effortlessly to support those passions. The lessons I learned from this work encourages me to allow the passion of my heart to overshadow my worry-prone, controlling mind--to let the mysterious, powerful universe conspire in my favor. I wholeheartedly believe that, as human beings, it is a birth right to have love and joy ever-present in our lives, and we just have to choose to accept it, to know that we deserve it. 

I sincerely hope that this article can encourage you to follow what makes your heart glow with fiery passion, if you aren't already that is! Because when we shine our own light, it only encourages others to shine theirs, and the chain continues. Thank you very much for reading as well as your support!

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Sunday, August 7, 2016

Artist Statement - "Emergence"

Emergence, 22"x30", pastel, acrylic, and paint marker on paper, 2013-2014.
Of all the work I have done thus far, this piece might just be my favorite. Not merely because of the visual aesthetic of the work, or even the process involved in making it, but rather the fervent emotion it personally ignites within from looking at it. "Emergence" is more than just a physical artwork to me--it's a representation of who I want to be in this world.

I created this piece during in my undergrad, about two-and-a-half years ago. I had two tough painting classes that semester, and this was one of a final series of seven large paintings. While the concept of having a pastel figure with meridians wasn't new in my portfolio ("Blue Woman" being the original), this one brought a whole new presence and energy that was quite different than my first meridian-overlaid figure I crafted.

Honestly, I didn't really even know what it was going to become when I had my first guided thought to create the work. I simply found a gorgeous, high-contrast, black & white photo of a lovely, curvaceous figure captured in a dramatic pose. You can't see her eyes, but her body language speaks loudly nonetheless; her arms covering her torso, her hands clutching her face, her shoulders arched, and her hips leaning almost impossibly away from the top half of her body all draw you into her. What is it she's trying to hide? Why? Is she vulnerable or simply reserved? My perspective of her seemed to evolve as I slowly interpreted her onto my slice of paper.

But before I began the piece, I put on a decently intense electronic song that I had recently found called, "Rift" by Singularity, and listened to it on repeat throughout the entire process. (I'm even listening to it on repeat now as I write this!) Music greatly influences my artwork, particularly music that evokes a sense of determination, empowerment, and movement. This song in particular is one of my best examples of that; it is even included in my "Power Studio" playlist, a humble collection of only 15 songs, all of which spark similar feelings. I would imagine this piece would feel completely different to me if it wasn't for this song. It's strong, propelling manner encouraged me to rise to my fears of not being perfect, to not give a damn about what others think or feel about my work, and most significantly, to coax out my light, that which we all carry within.


I first drew her unlikely posture with an extremely rich purple soft pastel. My choice of color was due to the high-contrast I could achieve with that single pastel--the darkest mark I could make was the most brilliant of all my pastels. I blissfully savored filling every shadow cast of her gorgeous figure, as well as bluntly highlighting her edges so that she stands out. I chose not to fill in the space between her eyes, as I was thinking I would fill them in later on. And there she stood, looking naked in her glory--somehow more naked than the absence of clothing already exudes. She needed something else, just like the other figures I had previously drawn. So from there, I 'clothed' her through adding the meridians. I first coated the soft pastel with fixative spray to keep it from moving. Then, taking my white and gold paint, I went at it. Beginning with the chakra centers, I intuitively formed the connecting branches and adding the points. She was complete.

Step 1: Draw Figure
But the background was not; it was messy with purple fingerprints. I thought about her inward manner and decided to interpret it differently. Instead of painting in an out-to-in directional manner, I did the exact opposite. I wanted her to radiate, to shine brightly. White paint had already outlined her outsides to get those super clean edges and make her pop, then I started on the outside edges of the paper with black and purple paint, slowly adding more white as I closed in on her. The flowing manner of the brushstrokes reminds me of the way flower petals lay over each other. There's a softness to the figure that the background mirrors; she's sensitive, beautiful. Yet the beauty I focus on in this piece isn't on the figure herself, but rather on the inner power she possesses.

Once I completed the piece, I set it upright, stood back, and let the emotion of it sink in. White paint did end up making its way into her eyes, making them appear as if they were half-open. It was this that made all the difference to my interpretation and inspired the name "Emergence". This woman is not weak nor dainty; there is an immense power within, that she is only just discovering. Yet, it is not the intense, in-your-face power, it is the quiet kind of power. The kind that often goes unseen but can be felt. It's an inner strength that keeps one loving, humble, empathetic. While the figure covers her front, I feel that the movement of energy emanates through her unseen, but stretched back, which the background lends to. She is emerging into the internally powerful woman that she is.

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Within months, I was re-watching my all-time favorite childhood series, "Avatar: The Last Airbender." The Eastern-tinged lessons that this show teaches are ones that I hadn't found in any other children's program. I hold such love and appreciation for this show, you can count on the fact that I will show my children-to-be this series in its completion. In one of the episodes, Aang, the main character, is under guided meditation with a guru. He learns about the chakras, and goes through the process of opening each of them up, one at a time. Aang gets to the last chakra, the crown chakra, which has to do with cosmic energy. Under meditation, he's in space and sees a large version of himself glowing in light violet hues. This gigantic replica had eyes and arrow tattoos glowing brightly white, being lit with what is assumed to be the cosmic energy.

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With excitement, I realized how similar this imagery is to my painting, both in color and theme. There's something about glowing eyes in the night sky that really elicits the feeling of quiet power. Personally, this imagery reflects the understatement that it is to be truly ALIVE. Is the energy that makes us alive cosmic energy? This inner strength I speak of, does it stem from cosmic energy? Is cosmic energy the light we all carry, and what ultimately unites us all?

While the feeling of this painting has spoken novels to me since its creation, it wasn't until recently that I fully understood the work and whole-heartedly identified with it, almost as a spiritual self-portrait. I was dealing with a lot of stress at the time, specifically handling one difficult person in my daily life. She hurtfully put me down in various ways, often bringing me to tears once I was alone and let her insults in. Pain, low self-esteem, and inferiority had filled my psyche. As I was falling asleep one night after a particularly challenging day with her, I thought, "Why can't I be stronger? Why can't I refuse to accept her words?" and dozed off. While waking up--but still in that semi-conscious state--my mind was intensely filled with thoughts and images of Joan of Arc.

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I've often received words, feelings, and imagery (even inspiration for artwork!) during this semi-conscious state that have mysteriously aided me in my daily life. Once I awoke and my cognitive abilities had returned to me post-sleep, I rushed to my laptop and typed in her name. I briefly recalled Joan of Arc's story that I learned from my hellish days in Catholic school; she went against common gender roles, became a famous female warrior of her time, and successfully led battles under the guidance of God. The imagery of her I contained in my mind was of his badass she-male that carried immense inner and outer strength. With that, I imagined Joan of Arc must've been externally hard and driven, not allowing emotions to overcome her.

Joan of Arc by John Everett Millais, 1865
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However, my internet search had completely juxtaposed and obliterated that assumption; Joan of Arc was actually incredibly emotional and would sob after every battle for all those that had to die. She permanently etched herself into human history as a fearless warrior, yet had this huge, bleeding heart that was clearly visible through her ardent bouts of emotion. This was quite surprising, I had no idea! I then made the connection of this information to my questioning before falling asleep. Whatever the source or force is that injects my semi-conscious mind with information (I call it the broad, all-compassing name, 'the Universe') was clearly answering my questions.

Strength is not necessarily in being tough-faced, it can be through opening your heart and feeling emotion. Given that those emotions properly release, I become clear-minded and have the ability to see things from a higher perspective. I then chose to find compassion for this woman who treats me the way she does, because there's a reason for her actions--I imagine she must be experiencing some sort of pain and/or fear. After all, every single one of us has our burdens. As I wholeheartedly believe all things happen for a reason, I knew that her presence in my life served a purpose, if not several. If she didn't treat me the way she did, I wouldn't have been brought to my knees to ask such questions, have these realizations, and learn a life lesson from it. I learned how to be strong through compassion, not deflection.

While I can't recall exactly when, I made "Emergence" my phone screensaver around this time, and it remains as such to this day. As I would typically consider myself modest, it most certainly feels weird for friends and family to see my artwork being plastered on my phone. However, my intention of it is not to market my work, but to instead remind myself everyday of the power of compassion and the light we carry within. I want shine my light, and to have the courage to find compassion for others everyday, no matter how challenging or hurtful they may be.

(Visual proof)
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Thursday, August 4, 2016

The Passion Juggler's Blogging Debut



Hello, hello! My name is Karen Kliethermes (aka - The Passion Juggler) and this is my first-time blogging. As my self-proclaimed name implies, I have a multitude of interests and hobbies that ebb and flow in intensity as I go through my daily life. While I'm a professional artist and Reiki Master/Teacher/ Practitioner, my heart also swoons for herbs, foraging, tincture-making, hiking, biking, spirituality, alternative medicine, food, cooking, baking, nutrition, music, singing, ukulele, piano, and much more. To help me not only document, but essentially web all of these things together in one place, I figured that there was no better way than starting a blog on the world wide web (*insert sensible chuckle* Apologies in advance for any terrible word puns if that's not your thing--I blame it on watching too much Bob's Burgers).

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In every episode of Bob's Burgers, the Daily Special board is updated with a new, wittily-named burger of the day.

I have certainly been blown away by other blog work out there, my two long-term favorites being Hyperbole and a Half and Chocolate Covered Katie. Such genuine, down-to-earth people sharing fragments of their life in a humorous and engaging manner; it's a fantastic and reachable way of of storytelling in the 21st century. I aspire to write both as eloquently and as sillily as them.

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Probably the most famous of all of Allie' Brosh's doodles from her well-known blog, Hyperbole and a Half

Am I a storyteller? I would say yes, in that we all are storytellers in our own ways. It merely varies through the vehicle of expression. For me, art has been the main way of storytelling, although I've found it's easier to transmit feelings and emotions through my work rather than, say, intellectual ideas, perspectives, and narratives. When paired with words, however, art becomes the ultimate package; having the presence of an artist statement or some sort of verbal/written description of one's work transmits both narrative and feeling to the viewer, making it evermore impactful. At least for my art, I'm hoping that writing blog posts on each piece will help me to efficiently express the lovely union that is storytelling and feeling.

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For instance, would you know just from the above image that this work is about an artist and his partner who both have AIDs and the lack of knowing which one will pass on first and when? A fabulous example of how words may be needed to completely express the meaning of artwork.

As for the many other facets of my heart's devotion, blogging now serves as the first and only form of broadcasted expression. While I've most definitely shared my ideas, stories, and experiences with friends and family, this is the first time these particular passions and their relevant stories will be exposed to the world. Scary, eh? Not for me, as I sincerely believe we don't benefit from ideas that aren't shared. I can only hope I can impart as much inspiration to others as I receive on a consistent basis.

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I think of this scene from Woody Allen's "Vicky Christina Barcelona"
Vicky: "Why won't your father publish his poems?"
Juan Antonio: "Well, because, he hates the world and that's his way of getting back at them, to create beautiful works and then deny them to the public"
Vicky: "My god...what makes him so angry towards the human race?"
Juan Antonio: "Because after thousands of years of civilization they still haven't learned to love."

Overall, I'm really excited to give this a try. The feeling is fitting, as I just moved to a new place, am meeting new people, and experiencing a new beginnings overall. The last couple months have been challenging to say the least; I quit an unhealthy job, fought two resistant infections, and got kicked out of my home. But what first appeared to be unwanted struggles to get me to this moment ended up being blessings in disguise. If I didn't get kicked out of my home by the landlord, I wouldn't find myself in this new, more fitting city to live in. If I didn't get so sick, I wouldn't be valuing my now very strong and healthy body. And if I didn't quit my job, I wouldn't have the time or motivation to be juggling my passions and, thus, writing my blog.

So here I am. Thank you very much for reading and any current/continued interest in my work! :)

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