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Nina

January 11, 2010
You’ve met my friend Nina before, haven’t you?

This is the illustrious Nina:

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Nina + crew, tri-x in the mamiya 645af

 

And Nina’s Palette is her new website.

Nina is my friend Jessica’s sister.  You’ve met her before, too.  And here she is, headless.  Ain’t she purty (despite the dust on this negative scan)?

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Jessica and her Yashica. Me, and my tri-x and my Mamiya. Arigato.

And to complicate things, they also have a younger sister who is also gorgeous and fabulous.  (And she’s my little brother’s age, so I’m working on a set-up plan, because then we’ll be related.  Except she would be all, “Yeah, dude.  Get in line,” and he would be all, “whatever.”  So forget it.  Forget it, already!  And anyway, this is all about Nina.)

BECAUSE, LOOK!!!  She is featured in OnMilwaukee.com today!

A few weeks ago, Nina and Jessica kidnapped my children and helped them make self-portraits on 16×20 canvas.  And besides being blown away by the joy of it (the art, of course, not the missing children), I felt a little inkling of you are on to something here, my friend.  It was the collaboration with kids that I sensed, I think, and I knew she was in her element. 

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Shortly after, she created this beautiful painting with her son, Malachi.  When I saw it, I had chills.  And also maybe I cried a little.  Or a lot.  Do you ever get that feeling, when someone you love touches something within themselves that you know is soul, and is purpose, and is divine . . . and then shares it with the world?  Oh, it is a really good feeling.  An all-is-right-with-the-world feeling.

Go read her story.  I think you might just cry.  A little.

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collaborative acrylic painting by Nina and her son, Malachi

Excuses, Excuses

September 22, 2009

Shut up.  Shut Uhhhhp.  shutupshutupshutupshutup.  SHUT!  UP!

I have a confession.  If we have spoken lately, and, in the conversation, you’ve rattled off excuses (for whatever reason), I have been reciting the above in my head.  I’m sorry.  This is not kind, I realize. 

I said I’m sorry.

I’ve just been particularly irritated by excuses lately.  It’s not you, it’s me.  You know when you buy a red Pontiac Aztec, or put dreadlocks on your head, for example, suddenly everyone is driving red Pontiac Aztecs and wearing dreadlocks?  (the red Aztec.  Yes, it was a minor 2001 lapse in judgement, and I have since evolved to driving an extremely maternal stylish blue minivan.)  It’s like that.  I’ve recently taken notice of my own excuses, and suddenly, everyone is making them.  For every pathetic reason.

“I want to lose weight, but I can’t exercise because I have a bad back.”  “I’m an environmentalist, but I can’t use a cloth handkerchief because I have allergies.”  “I’m an artist, but I can’t paint because I have kids.”  “I would _________, but I am too busy/tired/old/powerless/poor. . .”  “I’m a photographer, but I can’t develop my film because my toddler keeps me up all fucking night and so I am tired and overwhelmed and afraid of miscalculating measurements and timing and plus I am menstruating.”  shutupshutupshutup.

Oh, wait.  That last one was me. 

Which is exactly why I think I have become so impatient with other people’s excuses.  I see clearly how pathetic and whiny and defensive they are, and realize that mine are just as pathetic and whiny and defensive.  They may be true, they may be valid.  But, shut up.  Either do the thing, or do the other, or, figure out a way to do them both.  It doesn’t need to be an excuse, it is simply the choice you’ve made, and it doesn’t need to be defended.  (At least not to me.)

 I do think there are some friendly self-help authors out there that articulate this thought a little more nicely.  I picked up Excuses, Begone!  by Wayne Dyer a few weeks ago at the library, but didn’t really read it.  Essentially, I think, it said:  shut up.

Check out this mama.  Believe me, the girl has got excuses.  And probably (believe me), her excuses are better than yours.  But do you see what she is doing?  She is painting.

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My gorgeous, talented, fabulous friend, Nina, doing her thang. tri-x film neg. scan.

  So shut up (and paint, or whatever).