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creative cross-pollination

They say that art imitates life.  But, quite literally, life imitated art at the Philadelphia Flower Show this year.  This year’s theme “Explore America” highlighted the National Parks, and recreated geysers, woodlands, houses, cottages, and famous scenes from National parks in America.  The live flowers were arranged, sculpted, draped and displayed in such unique and amazing ways, so as you could not help but marvel and be uplifted by the panoramas.  I would know, because I just spent 11 days there, at least 10 hours a day, as an exhibitor.

I had mixed feelings about being an exhibitor, at first.  As a fine-art artist, it was an unusual choice of venue for me to display my work.  The usual route is galleries, contests and the like.  However, I wanted to have the experience of showing my work to a very large quantity of people–and to interact with them, as well.  I felt that the flower show would be an interesting venue for my work because much of my painting focuses on bucolic, too-perfect scenery and profusions of greenery and flowers.  It was a great experience, meeting people who appreciate plants, beauty and the handmade work of an artist or artisan.  Of the 35,000 people who came through the show each day, I must have only met a fraction, but it felt like a lot.  The reaction to my work was not uniform.  Different people were drawn to different pieces, although overall some pieces received more of a reaction than others.  It was a privilege to meet people from all over the country who had come for the show.  Many were inspiring and unique individuals–I think of the interior designer who showed me his perfectly recreated turn of the century home, the father who bought two pieces for each of his young children, and the woman who had just learned to paint but bought a piece because it spoke to her and made her want to create again.  It was a humbling experience and made me so grateful.

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blue economy challenge invites new solutions for our oceans

Jurgen Freund/WWF

Jurgen Freund/WWF

Do you have the best recipe for a seaweed shake? Have you been inspired by other ways we can farm fish? If so, you need to check out the Blue Economy Challenge.

Together with the innovationXchange of the Australian Government, Conservation X Labs, NineSigma, SecondMuse, WWF has launched a new competition to source creative solutions and engage new solvers to rethink the future of aquaculture—also known as farmed fish. This industry is a vital producer in the global seafood market, accounting for nearly 50 percent of the fish we eat. However, the rapid expansion of this industry has not come without impacts on the environment and society.

Blue Economy Challenge aims to address these impacts by crowdsourcing new and innovative approaches to aquaculture in the Indian Ocean region. Transformations in this region can help address the stresses of poverty of coastal communities who rely on fish for their livelihoods while ensuring access to nutritious food and conserving ocean resources.

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reading my mind through the words of others

"Clouds" is licensed by David Hepworth under CC by 2.0

"Clouds" is licensed by David Hepworth under CC by 2.0

Dylan Thomas said, “The blank page is where I read my mind." Additionally, as writers—and, indeed, as people—we can learn and grow a great deal by reading the minds of others. In the forthcoming months on this blog, I will be posting about a few books that have taught me a great deal.

From The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis, I have learned that a story can be as short as a paragraph, yet still feel complete and connect with the reader in a deep, visceral way. Davis’s piece “The Sock” is one of the most emotionally stunning stories I have read, even though it is only two pages long. Part of what makes it so affecting is that the crux of the piece hinges on a description of a sock—something so ordinary and even a bit distasteful. Who wants to read a vivid description of a smelly, sweaty sock? Yet this is precisely what gives the sock its power as an object: it is so utterly personal, like underwear but without the sexual connotation. The main character is a divorced woman and the sock is used to characterize her ex-husband. Even more poignantly, the sock provides a glimpse into their relationship, as the woman remembers the countless times she had picked up her husband’s socks in all their years together. The juxtaposition is striking; she intimately knows how he takes off his socks while reading in bed (she describes his feet resting together “like two halves of fruit”) and yet now they are living separate lives, and he is married to a different woman.

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the sweetness of doing nothing

Maybe it’s just the incredibly ambitious and creative company I like to keep, but it seems to me that just about everyone I know feels like their life is absolutely filled to the brim with stuff. We don’t just work, we squeeze in our personal passion projects and we go to grad school and we pay our bills and we go to the gym and we visit friends, and quickly, life can become one big whirlwind of a schedule.

Our days are marked by our levels of productivity, and each task left uncrossed is a reminder of our daily shortcomings, incompetence, failure. There’s never enough time. We scorn our lack of focus.

In the book Excess of Being, author Lera Auerbach writes that “aging happens when growing stops.” We must always be striving and pushing forward.

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doing a little bit well

Six months ago I experienced a streak of jagged, bullying depression. It was a slow evolution, a brick-by-brick construction that I didn’t fully process until it was on me. I only knew that I was lonely, isolated at my new job, that I felt a deep mental fatigue on waking—the kind that arrives, settles, doesn’t go away—and a terrible sense of confusion about what any of my life had been or would be for.

It peaked on a work trip, where I sat in a hotel bed, tore through a whole bunch of M&Ms, and thought of how deeply meaningless my life had been, was, would be. Reader, I cried something awful, and felt worse for that, too. I wish that feeling on no one.

Shortly after, things got better at work. I moved to another part of the office, found community. I signed up for the local Y, ran around their track in the evenings.

And I started to write again.

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