Good luck.

Yesterday I went to Barnes & Noble by myself to relax a little bit. I perused the shelves slowly. Reading all sorts of binding. From classics, to the disturbing latest teen books, to the poetry... As I gazed down the isles I felt collected and calm. That is, until I had a visiter while enjoying the art books. A woman stood beside me and started to tell me about an art book sale at some store. That was nice, so I thanked her. She then asked if I was serious about art. I told her yes, that I'm planning to major in art at college. "What do you plan to do with that?" She wondered aloud. "My dream is to become an Art Therapist. But we'll see." I replied. Her answer? "Ha! Good luck with that one!"

Back away from the tactless woman.

Good luck with that one? Really? I didn't let her less-than-encouraging attitude bother me. I just allowed it to perplex me for sometime. I just wonder what was going on in her mind in those moments. Do I look like a lost cause? Are hopes and ambitions pointless to her? How sad to think that she feels so hopeless about reaching for goals that she'd say that to someone else. It came out of her mouth in such a casual way, she had to be used to saying things like that.

Anyway, I also had a man ask me how much I made in two years. Um. None of your business. And the guy staring at me while I was trying to read a book made my concentration (and enjoyment of the book) fly out the window. Barnes & Noble alone is not the trip I was hoping for. Oh well. I guess I'll start going there when I need a good laugh, or a few creeper stories.

xoxo, madeline claire

P.S. I bought a book titled, Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankle. He's a famous psychiatrist and Holocaust survivor. The book is about his journey within the concentration camp. I'm very excited to read it.

Drifting like... A piece of driftwood?

 

This week has been one of those long, interesting weeks full of many activities but not enough production. At least it sort of feels that way. Emotional instability isn't helpful when it comes to getting things done and I find myself drifting around the house in a contemplative manner during the day and complete night owl behavior at night.


I have accomplished lots of reading, researching and self-awareness over the past week. But in terms of life and plans and getting that driver's license... I'm a little lost. As far as Romney's and Obama's apposing gun views go, I could tell you the facts. But I should probably also register to vote. Why is it hard grasp onto the fine details, the things that hide in the corners of your mind that keep you awake at night. All the "should's" and the countless "I have to do that" spring out of nowhere. Then, upon wakening... Nothing. They've left only to haunt you the following night.

I do believe that the things I have done this week have worth. More worth then so many daily tasks. I just wish I could organize my mind enough to fathom both. I like to think, I adore it. But there's that connection to reality that I fall away from at times... I'm better at dreaming.




xoxo, madeline Claire

pajamas. painting. perfection.

I just sat down with my coffee. It's almost 11:30 and I'm still in my pajamas.
Oh well.

Tonight I have art class, the last official class of the summer. My art piece still isn't done but it was the first time I've ever attempted a oil portrait, so there's room for grace, right? But grace or not, I'm a perfectionist and I find myself lying awake at night thinking about every detail of the portrait. I've been to both the Getty Museum and the Getty Villa in the last week and I keep comparing my work to the works of the greats... A bad idea all together. Why would I do that if they had plenty of practice and I've only tried once? It's so hard to build on experience when in my head I see all the sketches and paintings I would do if I had the courage. I'll find it, I know that. Courage comes throughout the journey, you don't often have it at the start. And that's okay.

With the words of my favourite, van Gogh. Cheerio.

xoxo, madeline claire

Pinterest

hello!

I finally put together a pinterest account. Although I'm still trying to fighour out all the bells and whistles that come along with this site I thought I'd still share the link to my personal account. I've only pinned a few things so far, but check back for more in the future! 

there's so much beauty in the world it hurts.
Madeline Claire (dandelionwishhh) on Pinterest

xoxo, madeline claire

Counting.

We're slowly losing summer, one long, hot day at a time. In CA we've been hanging out in 90 + degree weather. The last simmering days of August leave me dreaming about fall and winter. When I can pull out those winter boots and warm jackets. The sky will be become a little darker and deeper, the air will smell different and the tan I got, which, can't really even be considered a tan will fade along with the heat.

Sorry, I'm getting carried away... It's still only August 15th. The official day of fall starts September 22nd. I'll take a breath and enjoy the only summer 2012 will have. It's been a pretty good one, if I do say so myself. 

xoxo, madeline claire

keep exploring

Good morning readers!

I came across the most beautiful images of two-worlds colliding today... I swear it's like a dream.                    

Completely breathtaking, I would love to go down this just to breath in some of the beauty. This lake is called Green Lake and lies in Austria. "During the winter, the lake is only 1–2 m deep and the surrounding area is used as a county park. However, during the spring, when the temperature rises and the water melts the basin of land below the mountains fill with water." - Green lake in Austria - StumbleUpon

I don't know about you, but when I see this kind of thing it makes me want to travel so much it hurts. The secrets that lie beyond our own backyard, our own state or country. Places we had no idea existed until we see photos of them on the internet and almost die from a pull to visit them. Travel lets you go beyond yourself, you fall into something pure and real. God created nature, and He made perfect. Perfect in a way like nothing else.

Chills. Lets go exploring, shall we? 

xoxo, madeline claire