Dayward

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I’ve been messing around with tiles again this weekend for the upcoming summer season. The focus for this time of year seems to be a lot of florals and underwater or beach designs. There has been some talks of future projects on a much larger scale, but my physical health still isn’t quite cooperating. One day I feel somewhat back where I was before this all began, other days, I feel like I’m inches from death.

It’s been a rough week to say the least. I’m not sure if I’m going to keep this particular design yet, unless someone requests it. If they do I’ll come back, make improvements, and clean this up a bit more. For now I’m just trying to take it easy until I can get back on the road to optimal health. If there’s one thing I’ve learned going through this, it’s that people abandon you when you’re sick and you find out who your true friends are.

I’m still in good spirits, though. I owe that to the wonderful people that still are in my life. They’ve opened doors to many new possibilities. All I have to do now is walk through them. After years of getting my foot slammed in those doors, it’s a welcome change.

There’s an unmistakably strong sense of things turning upward for the first time in aeons.

Can’t be mad at that.

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Sleepy Sundays: Brighter Day

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A lot has changed in the past few months. Even more is still changing. We are no longer moving our place of residence and this office. (At least not any time in the near future.) A great deal has gone on behind the scenes.

One thing remains constant. My health is still considerably poor. We are doing our best to fix this. Although, I’m not too sure what’s in the cards for me.

We decided to renew CardCastles for another year anyway. Somehow, I still have this strange optimism despite having tea with the reaper lately. There’s so much more to tell you, but we’re going to have to save that for a Daydreams Diary. For now, let’s all just try to look towards brighter days together.

What gives you hope?

Have a peaceful Sunday

Sleepy Sundays: Light Storms

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These two designs were inspired by events both past and a strange nightmare I had one night years ago about the future.

The first about the past was a beautiful day that was considered rare in the times I grew up in that were somewhat similar to the things going on in present day in the country I call home. The afternoon etched itself into my memories due to a vivid sunset witnessed that mimicked a candy store. There were so many bright pinks and lilacs. Then out of nowhere it seemed to get ruined by a very dangerous electrical storm that no one seemed to see coming.

The second that was dreamt up into a sci-fi design was inspired by a terrifying, sweat-inducing dream had one night where tons of planets were just getting blasted to bits and raining down and outward everywhere.

My lesson in all this trying to concentrate while there are in fact catastrophic things going on in the world that involve spiritual, racial, generational, and just flat out good old fashioned good vs evil, was that we need to take care of one another more. & Fight these evils because like the storm, what appeared out of darkness soon became light. So many of you have been so very kind these past few weeks while we transition the site here.

With an actual storm brewing in the skies over my head as I type this, and the climate changing in my region & all over I hope our own certain future doesn’t look like the one in my nightmares. There’s just way too much more work to do.

Be kind to one another & take care of one another.

Have a peaceful Sunday.

 

Daydreams Diary: I’m Waiting Here

Truth is I’m long overdue for one of these things. So-much-so that I don’t know where to begin.

With that said, like a wise friend once told me,

“Start at the beginning.”

 

Still Ill

Since the tail-end of 2015, I’ve been wrapped under ill health. I’ve hinted at it here before, but never blatantly stated there is something very wrong going on in my body that could possibly cost me my life.

I guess I didn’t want to worry you.

I didn’t want to add to your stress.

I could barely accept it myself.

After all, I am a mother.

 

Months of Work With No Reward

Book covers and album art might seem like easy work to someone outside of my field. Until they try it themselves and see just how grueling it can be. Most quit within the first year.

It takes a trained eye to be able to determine what is going to pull a person in. Concept artists are in the business of bringing your visions to life. This sometimes involves an almost spiritual gift to “see” into someone’s head.

I’ve been at this now professionally past the year mark. The job itself has come with countless rewards. These past few months have been different, though. It seems nothing I’m working on is getting off the ground.

 

More Hate (As Usual)

Riding off to run errands one morning I hear a distinctly familiar voice on the radio. He was being interviewed by a popular shock jock around these parts (and nationally). The man went on trashing some female that he only referred to as “some chick on Instagram.”

Needless to say that “chick” was me and that interview cost me some clients. I’ll spare you the details. This person doesn’t even know me. They only know of me, due to the fact we move in similar circles.

It didn’t stop there.

After the atrocities going on in my country, I could no longer allow myself to stay silent on certain topics sadly deemed “political” issues.

This has gotten me labeled, attacked, and ultimately shunned. All because I am sticking up for people who’s voices get silenced daily. But, this is not new to me. I had the same role growing up in school. I’m used to standing up to bullies in defense of my friends. Though just like then, sooner or later, I expect to be attacked or silenced—just like them. This does not mean I’ll stop; no, much to the contrary. I simply acknowledge that this is a tough fight, that will probably still be going on long after I meet my end.

 

Hope

The hardest part about writing this isn’t publishing it.

It’s the knowing that most of this will go over people’s heads.

It’s the knowing that the same people who slashed me up for being “too positive” all the time will criticize this for being “too negative.”

It’s the feeling that this could possibly be the last thing I write.

It’s the knowing that no matter what I do, I can’t fix any of it. (And I’m a control freak.)

It’s the knowing that no matter what height I reach, someone will always be there to knock me back down.

Though despite all of this shit, I will not give up or give in. Heaven knows I’ve been through worse.

As long as I’m still here there’s a chance to spin this all around. After all, I’ve got things planned and that doesn’t stop just because I’m ill.

 

Family & Friends

My sister is having a baby. I’ll be an auntie this May. I wish I could say this is cause for celebration but, sadly my relationship with my sister is becoming strained. I want to be there with her when she delivers. I want to help solve all of her problems. But I can’t. I’m not always available when everyone needs me. Some people in my life understand that. Most don’t. I have a demanding job, an even more demanding side-job, and I’m the mother of a child that needs extra care. Some people misinterpret this as me not caring for them. Now, I can add my own flesh and blood to that list.

 

No Time to Wallow in the Mire

Even with all of that heavy muck, I have no time to stop. There’s a client waiting on my work as we speak. I have three days to make magic happen. There’s a Sleepy Sundays piece of artwork waiting to be published for you bright & early. My son needs me 24/7, and that doesn’t stop when I’m sick. It’s open season on every single person I love, so you know I’m not going to shut up about all that anytime soon. Not while people I care about along with myself are persecuted, ridiculed, labeled, silenced, and shoved away.

I could just shut down. It would be easy. It would feel good. I’d get some much-needed peace.

But what fun would that be? I’ve been sent here to create—to heal.

Someone I care deeply about that has been somewhat of a mentor to me this past year and well into 2017 recently said,

“I can’t live in a world without art.”

So why in the world would I let that happen? As long as I live and breathe here on this Earth, why would I ever stop?

I was born for this.

So c’mon baby light my fire…

Perfection Culture

white-flowers-pattern.pngLately I’ve seen a decent number of stuffy posts all over the internet by professionals (& Non-professionals. And professionals that shouldn’t be professionals, and non-professionals that think they’re professionals…)

all passing on advice to never show anything but your absolute best work. They go on to insist that no one is going to take you seriously, blah-blah, blah.

Yeah, about that…

I’ve come to learn in my almost 4 years doing this [selling art, rebuilding a company] professionally, that people respect me for sometimes showing my flaws as an artist,

at times even blatantly pointing them out~>Sleepy Sundays: Meditation (From CardCastles Archives, Year: 2014)

In an attempt to help other artists with mistakes we all make sometimes.

—and you still keep coming back.

No one turns away from my site and says, “Oh my goodness, she’s so unprofessional! Did you see that shading mistake she made on that one?” For every mistake, I learn, make adjustments, and the rest of my work becomes better for it. I take things down. I put them back up. Sometimes being an artist is about making improvements.

People actually rather often say “Your have such a unique style! Your work is so detailed! This is gorgeous.”

They can tell I take my time and have learned from years of experience.

Those years included making plenty of mistakes.

There’s a growth there that you can see and a passion I have for my work that you all seem to know off the bat.

I guess what I’m trying to relay is:

It’s not all always about being perfect all the time. I get it about putting your best foot forward and all. But it’s okay to make mistakes too, ya know?

I mean, what are we all doing this for?

(—If not to have fun, learn, grow and pick some things up along the way.)

The same can be translated into writing and many other art forms.

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Perfection is an Illusion

There is no such thing as true 100% perfection. Even the best of things have flaws. In our modern-day society one can admit our culture has become a bit obsessed with the idea of perfection. Plastic surgery, who’s eyebrows are or aren’t “on fleek” (barf) whose contour be slayin’ ” (cringe), who’s girlfriend looks better than yours, all of it supposedly determined for us by some post or meme or magazine.

Don’t get me started with the subject of “reality television.” Some other time friends.

It’s all so incredibly fake, and put out there by people desperately seeking attention or validation, or followers, some fill to their void…

Whatever the case is, there is no such thing as true 100% perfection.

Maybe if we accept that first, we can fix our society’s increasingly narcissistic ways.