All posts filed under: inspirations

Yayoi Kusama’s infinity mirrors & more

I’m not sure how I got lucky enough to do so, but I was able to see the Kusama exhibit at the Hirshhorn in DC with a pass, meaning I didn’t have to wait in line for hours to get in. I feel like the whole effect of the exhibit wouldn’t have been as incredible if it had been tainted by waiting in a line all morning. The installations were nothing but completely dazzling and unreal- I think my favorite one had to have been Dots Obsession: Love Transformed Into Dots, which my brother managed to snap a picture of me in, even with the amount of time each group is allotted (15-30 seconds depending on what room.)   Due to the short amount of time I could spend in each room, I didn’t take very many photos/videos-  I wanted to experience the exhibit to the absolute fullest. Here are the photos/videos I did take, though: Infinity Mirror Room: Phalli’s Field- She exhibited the works together in an attempt to create hallucinatory scenes of phallic surfaces …

A quest for milkshakes and motivation

I’m not sure if this is common for people other than myself, but once I start to get less busy, I start getting much more lazy. I have the tendency to make countless to-do lists- bullet-points top to bottom of things I won’t ever get around to actually doing. The worst part of this whole situation is that I’m also a very self-motivated person. This comes from my independence, but it’s also partially because I’m so incredibly stubborn that I don’t want to do something if someone is waiting on me to do it. For weeks now, my journal entries have been pages of scribbles of ideas for new stories or photo projects or pretty much anything I can think of, but I haven’t actually gotten around to starting any of these things. Its getting to the point where I’m all talk, no action. Meaning, I’m becoming what I hate most- idle. I work best when I’m stressed, but I’m most creative when I’m not. And I’m still trying to figure out the best way to fix that predicament. …

Fighting like a girl

I definitely do not take as much advantage of living right outside of DC as I should. Yesterday, however, was an event I could not miss:  The Women’s March on Washington. I was nervous the night before. I’m not particularly great with crowds- I never know how people might react to anything, and that stresses me out quite a bit. Thankfully, going to this march exceeded all my more positive expectations- I barely encountered anyone who wasn’t 100% kind, helpful  and welcoming to my friends and I. Halfway through the rally, people around me even helped me boost myself up onto the wall. This ended up being completely unreal, as I could see everything- including the sea of people that seemed to be never-ending. Girl power is stronger than most anything- this is probably why my friend Brenda’s phone worked perfectly fine after she fished it out of the Capitol Reflecting Pool about a minute after it fell in. (Just a funny little anecdote from yesterday.) In all seriousness though, the overwhelming feeling of unity …